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Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Artificial Paradise

**Finally finishing up Uni forever --- well, until I decide what to do my Master's on. About to go hard on finals so wish me luck on that. I'm so sorry for the wait!

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It's been a while since you've had a chance to catch your breath from all the messed-up stuff swirling around in your everyday jujutsu life. A week has passed since that little... "moment" back on Halloween.

Honestly, it was supposed to be a good, vulnerable moment between the three of you — something that should've solidified your bond. But, you can't shake this sense of shame.

Shame for multiple reasons, but the main one is that, for some reason, you feel ashamed for feeling the way you did. For expressing yourself the way you did. That vulnerability you felt in Gojo's arms, watching as Suguru took his own swig from the sake bottle — it frustrated you to no end. Why did you feel so awful just being in the moment? In a way, you felt humiliated for being so raw with others. But at the same time, you argued with yourself that what you did was okay. Of course, you have the right to expression — a right to sensation, a right to feeling.

Yet, you can't help but want to shove that night into the background so those feelings won't sting anymore. Whatever you felt, it's confusing to say the least.

Despite the inner turmoil, you pushed through — the best you could manage for the moment was to shove those feelings aside. Because, let's face it, if you indulged in those thoughts, you'd likely end up diving headfirst into a sea of emotions, drowning in them until it seemed like you'd never felt anything else.

Fortunately, today just so happens to be one of the best distractions imaginable.

It's Ieiri's birthday.

If it weren't for Utahime creating a group chat just for the birthday party, you wouldn't have even known it was Ieiri's birthday.

Originally, Ieiri wasn't keen on doing anything special for her birthday, leaning towards a chill day at the park with some convenience store snacks and her favorite pack of cigarettes. But Utahime insisted, emphasizing that her little kouhei deserved a proper celebration. So, everyone tossed in their own ideas — mainly you, Mei Mei, Utahime, Haibara, and Kento.

Utahime was all about a shopping spree, Mei Mei favored an amusement park, Haibara suggested a classic dinner at a restaurant, and surprisingly, Kento threw in the idea of a night out in Shibuya. Gojo and Suguru were predictably useless; Gojo with his absurd ideas, and Suguru just going with the flow.

Honestly, you didn't pitch in any ideas either. You thought Ieiri's original plan was pretty nice. It felt more intimate than the traditional options. Nevertheless, the idea of hitting Shibuya and diving into the nightlife gained popularity in the group, especially when Gojo realized he could easily charm some pretty girls at the club.

And thus, the steps to heading out to Shibuya began.

Getting Ready

Just like the chaos of preparing for the waterpark months ago, getting ready this time was an absolute mess among the three of you. Especially when Ieiri asked you to help with her makeup — not gonna lie, you had to watch a few YouTube videos just to figure out what the hell to do.

You and Ieiri rushed to the nearest makeup store, searching for budget-friendly brands so you could assist her.

Side note: Ieiri only had the essentials like mascara and lip gloss, but considering it was a night out in one of Japan's busiest areas, she decided to go big with it.

Then there were Suguru and Gojo, bickering about what outfits to wear since they wanted to either match or at least have complementary outfits. This whole matching outfit thing started a few months back when you and Gojo unintentionally showed up with nearly identical outfits, sparking teasing from Suguru and Ieiri. After that, it became a quirky routine to find something that coordinated with the others' clothes.

Side note: Another factor was that each of you had a habit of raiding each other's closets, especially Suguru's, given his penchant for oversized clothing. His wardrobe was practically a hot commodity within your little trio.

The dorm rooms in disarray, small piles of clothes scattered in the hallways from Gojo tossing everything out of his closet, forgetting his door is wide open. Suguru shuttling back and forth between his room and yours, showcasing outfits for judgment, only to grumble and search for another when either you or Ieiri vetoes the look. You, attempting a YouTube tutorial while applying budget foundation on Ieiri's face, accidentally smearing some on the lollipop stick she's perpetually chewing on. The floor becomes a makeup disaster zone as you holler for Gojo to fetch you an outfit from your closet. He barges in, tiptoeing around you, eyeing how you're doing Ieiri's makeup, and can't resist making a comment. Suguru peeks in, curious about the commotion.

Cut to the climax — Gojo and Suguru literally shoving you aside as Gojo grabs the setting powder, tapping it onto the birthday girl's skin, while Suguru crouches beside them, offering ideas for eyeshadow styles and more. Meanwhile, you're rolling your eyes and grappling with the decision of what to wear.

Ah, don't forget the music. Every room has its own soundtrack as everyone gears up individually — each of you with your dedicated playlist for getting ready. Honestly, it's as chaotic as it gets, especially when Yaga storms down, hollering for all of you to clean up the mess while sneakily appreciating Gojo's makeup on Ieiri.

You and Suguru linger in the background, tossing all of Gojo's clothes into the closet without bothering much about hangers and such. That's a problem for future him.

Curious about what Kento and Haibara are up to as they get ready for the night? Well, Kento is bombarding your phone with pictures of potential outfits he's considering. In the background of these photos, you can spot Haibara making faces and waving at you. Midway through this whole ordeal, he even gave you a call. During the conversation, not many words were exchanged; instead, you both used each other's sounds as a sort of background noise while putting on your outfits, only to take them off and start the process anew.

Every now and then, you'd catch Haibara screaming something in the background — usually about not being able to find his favorite socks or some such. Kento, in response, would grumble under his breath before directing him to the last place he saw the elusive socks.

Before long, Mei Mei and Utahime reached the school gates. Yaga guided them to the dorm rooms, and the three of them observed the chaos unfolding with all four of you (Kento and Haibara were on the other side) scrambling around to gather the rest of your stuff.

Gojo was putting the finishing touches on Ieiri's makeup while she tidied up her room. Suguru haphazardly tossed the remainder of his clothes onto his bed, and you dashed to your room with Kento still chatting in your ear while you struggled to put on your shoes. Meanwhile, Utahime was yelling at all of you for leaving such a mess, and Mei Mei chuckled under her breath, commenting on how cute it was that Gojo knew how to do makeup.

On a side note, you had Gojo's glasses, so you had to sidle over to him as he touched up Ieiri's lipstick, all the while putting the glasses on his own face, with Mei Mei cooing in the background.

On the way to Shibuya

The trip to Shibuya isn't long, but as your little group sprints onto the train, time seems to speed up with everyone bickering and bantering. Mei Mei and Gojo are doing their usual banter dance, sprinkled with a few flirty comments here and there. Suguru is engrossed in a deep conversation with Kento near the window, while Ieiri and Utahime chat animatedly with each other.

Haibara is trying to strike up a conversation with you, but for the life of you, you can't seem to respond. It's as if your thoughts are shrouded in a fog. You feel like you're not entirely present, but you desperately want to be—your gaze seemingly lost in space, unfocused.

Before you know it, a warm sensation envelops your hand, grounding you back to reality. Haibara is leaning over you, a slightly concerned expression on his face as he quietly asks if you're alright.

"Are you alright? You seem... off." Blinking away the remnants of your brain fog, you manage a nod and respond with a quick, "Yeah, just, uh, spaced out a bit."

Haibara frowns, "You've been doing that a lot. Did something happen?"

Internally, you think, "What didn't happen?"

Trying to suppress an eye roll at his concern becomes an act of frustration. Why would you do that when it's perfectly fine for him to express concern? After all, he cares about you.

Stop being a fucking bitch.

With a slight, disarming smile, you shrug. "I'm just going through one of those moments—it'll pass eventually. So no need to worry about it." He doesn't seem entirely convinced, but then again, he knows better than to push you for an answer.

You've always been like a brick wall, unyielding and towering. Just when something manages to climb, they only catch a glimpse of the other side before more bricks are piled on, obstructing their view.

With a soft hum, Haibara settles back into the seat beside yours, sinking into his chair before resting his head on your shoulder. He traces small circles on the back of your hand as you attempt to steady your breathing.

Side Note: Kento and Suguru were actually brainstorming ways to cheat on the upcoming exam. The two of them were seriously fried from all the missions, studying, and non-stop testing. Kento floated the idea, and Suguru ran with it. Right now, they're thinking of scribbling the answers on the inside of their collars — they figure it's a safe bet since they've got a solid track record as studious guys.

The Shibuya Scene

It didn't take long before you could sense yourself distancing from your more negative emotions—or, in reality, the closer you got to Shibuya, you pushed yourself to catch the group's infectious energy. You let it flow through you, sweeping all your thoughts, worries, and insecurities to the back of your mind. The bustling crowds on the train, everyone dressed up for the night ahead, helped in the process.

For the first time that day, you could finally breathe as you jumped to your feet, pulling Haibara along with you.

Dragging Haibara along, you hustled over to Suguru, who had kindly volunteered to be the backpack carrier for everyone's stuff. You held the bag for him while he got up from his seat, with Kento standing behind you, attempting to steady a very dizzy and giggling Haibara who quipped, "Well, you bounced back up pretty quick."

If only he knew.

Your initial mission was to grab some food because, for some reason, none of you felt particularly hungry before heading out. But the moment those train doors swung open, Gojo started complaining about how famished he was. He slung his arm over Kento, who was visibly irritated by the gesture. His blonde eyebrows twitched as he attempted to shove the clingy Gojo off.

You stumbled upon this quaint spot called Zuicho—a bit hidden and surprisingly small. Only eight seats were available, but luck was on your side as most of the patrons had left, leaving 7 out of the 8 seats open. The restaurant specialized in katsudon, and despite the limited menu, the reviews were solid, so the group decided, "Why not?" Kento generously offered Ieiri the last available seat while he opted to eat standing, patiently waiting for the lingering customer to vacate the spot.

One stern look from Mei Mei, and the man occupying the final chair hastily scurried away, bowl in hand. This prompted the restaurant staff to shout and chase after the fleeing diner. Surprisingly, Gojo footed the bill for the pilfered bowl, nonchalantly waving his little black card around as if it were of no value whatsoever.

Upon arriving at Shibuya Cross, Mei Mei, accompanied by an exuberant Haibara, suggests the idea of a group picture. Mainly, Mei Mei seizes the opportunity to stand closer to Gojo as everyone finds their spots, enlisting a stranger with tinted glasses to take the photo – another young foreigner, much like yourself. Eventually, the group naturally disperses, exploring the area. Though not old enough for the clubs, curiosity propels your little groups through the bustling streets.

Gojo ends up pulling Suguru toward a group of admiring girls, while Mei Mei attempts conversation with the relatively unresponsive Kento, who keeps an eye on you and Haibara. The two of you are engrossed in a debate over whether to spend money at an intriguing kiosk. Utahime and Ieiri have vanished, likely off seeking possible group activities.

Side note: Utahime brings out a pink sash and a tiara both proclaiming "birthday girl," draping them over Ieiri. Ieiri nearly lunges at Gojo when he manages to snap a photo of her unawares. You and Utahime have to hold her back while Suguru gives Gojo a smack on the back of the head amid his maniacal laughter.

Add-On: Gojo slyly managed to shoot the picture over to Suguru, who sneakily checked it out after Gojo deleted the photo on his phone right in front of Ieiri. Suguru decided to hold onto it, a mischievous grin playing on his face as he and Gojo exchanged a knowing glance.

A while after the photo, something neon catches your eye. Next thing you know, Utahime and Haibara are jumping up and down, excitedly yelling about Mario Kart cars that can be rented out along with onesies.

Suddenly, Utahime is hollering at Kento to find the location on his phone, simultaneously giving his collar a playful tug. Ieiri is genuinely pumped as the gang heads over to Street Kart Shibuya — then comes the dilemma of deciding who gets to rock which onesie. And let me tell you, that turned into a full-blown war. Suguru claimed Pikachu, Gojo insisted on Stitch, Mei Mei initially resisted the whole costume thing but eventually caved, opting for a low-key Mario. Ieiri went with the timeless Winnie the Pooh, Utahime snagged Kirby, Kento happily nabbed Luigi (much to Mei Mei's satisfaction), Haibara transformed into Bowser, and you, my friend, embraced your inner Ninja Turtle.

You all cruised through the streets like there was no tomorrow. Surprisingly, Gojo was the picture of safe driving, while Suguru embraced a bit more recklessness, a wild grin on his face as he zoomed by most of the group. Utahime was hot on his heels, having challenged him to a small race.

Meanwhile, Kento kept to the rear with Mei Mei and you, the three of you just chilling. In the meantime, Ieiri and Haibara engaged in a conversation, shouting over the roar of their engines.

Side Note: Gojo had brought a speaker along, handing it to Kento to carry along with Ieiri's iPod. This way, he could blast her favorite tunes as the group navigated the crowded streets of Shibuya. Pedestrians, mostly spirited and slightly tipsy, cheered and danced on the sidewalks, as they listened to the songs.

It's a miracle none of you crashed.

Side Note: Since none of you could really get into the nightclubs, you ended up just standing outside, huddled together, grooving a bit to the music. You chatted among yourselves while Gojo and Haibara grabbed sodas and snacks from the nearest convenience store, bags swinging from their arms as they passed the drinks around.

Add-On: Ieiri managed to snag a cigarette from a tipsy guy loitering outside the club, and you lit it up for her. Suguru nearly lost his shit when he caught you lighting up Ieiri's cigarette; he assumed you smoked too, and he was this close to giving you a smack for it.

By the end of the night, Utahime and Mei Mei hopped on the train back to Kyoto, catching it before they shut down for the night. Unfortunately, despite Kento's repeated reminders, the rest of you forgot. By the time you reached the station, it had already closed. So, everyone had to trek back to Jujutsu High on foot.

As you stroll along, Ieiri sticks close, a smile playing on her lips as she chuckles at something Haibara said, her fingers briefly brushing against yours. For a moment, you savor the warmth of her touch before sliding your hands into your hoodie pockets. You notice a slight dimming in her eyes, prompting you to remedy it by awkwardly resting your head on her shoulder as you all continue walking, muttering something about how Haibara can be pretty dumb.

Side Note: The speaker has run out of battery by now, so Suguru has Ieiri's iPod in his pocket, playing some random song at a low volume. It serves as background music, adding to the vibe of the stroll.

You can't recall how the night wrapped up — one moment, you're relishing the crisp night air while Gojo and Kento go back and forth, the other two idiots snickering in the background. Then suddenly, you find yourself sprawled on your bed, still decked out in the same clothes from the night out, silently gazing up at the blank expanse of your room's white ceiling.

Your eyes fixate on a piece of paper you taped up there ages ago, its gold lettering shimmering in the ambient lighting. A whirlwind of thoughts swirls through your mind, yet none quite break the surface. For a moment, you exist in the fabric of time, quietly tuning in to Suguru's thunderous snores echoing from the next room.

Suddenly, a text pinged on your phone. You knew instantly who the sender was as you groaned in annoyance and frustration. Crawling to your phone, which had been charging on the nightstand just above your head, you squinted your eyes at the brightness of the screen as you read the message.

Gakuganji

Meeting. End of the month.

You almost wanted to throw a fit as a bubble of dread filled your being. Shutting the phone off, you tossed it to the side before flopping back onto your bed. Red-tinged eyes stared up, once again, at the ceiling.

You never knew an object could also have a fuzzy outline

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Song Inspo: xanny - Billie Eilish

(A/N):

Oct 22 - Is this like a filler episode? Yes, yes it is. I just wanted some fluff and what better way than with a little Birthday special? 🎆

Nov 14 - Ha, nah. Also, I'm currently obsessed with Megan Thee Stallions new song Cobra.

Originally:

This episode was supposed to be more light-hearted, but once I started typing, your character just took on a life of its own.

At first, Gojo was set on being Pikachu and Suguru, Stitch. However, when I considered the vibes and personas of those characters (admittedly, I don't know much about them), I recalled that Stitch was hella sassy, while Pikachu was pretty mellow. So, it just felt right to pair them up with their corresponding characters.

Originally, Suguru was supposed to drive recklessly, offering a glimpse into his deteriorating mental state and potentially hinting at suicidal tendencies. However, I added a playful dynamic between Utahime and him for a lighter touch, though it can still be interpreted differently.

I didn't plan to wrap up this episode the way I did, but it struck me as a fitting method of foreshadowing.

Gojo caught on to your spaced-out moment on the train, his black-tinted glasses shielding the fact from everyone else. But, his eyes were locked onto you the entire time.

It's one of my shorter episodes, yet it delves into the emotional turmoil your character seems to be constantly navigating, even in situations where it shouldn't be the case, like this relatively peaceful episode. It just goes to show that even when everything seems all right, it really isn't.

Kento took into account Ieiri's personality and preferences, which is why he suggested a simple night out in one of the busiest places in Japan.

Contrary to expectations, Gojo didn't go to flirt with pretty girls. In truth, he just wanted to stay with you and Suguru as a way to compensate for all the isolation he felt.

The act of denying yourself the simple touch of Ieiri's hand holds a deeper meaning; it's a symbol of rejecting affection, perceiving it as a potential threat to your own being. It also mirrors your reluctance to allow her into your personal space. Yet, in your attempt to spare her sorrow, you seek alternative paths. However, this action is also symbolic of your manipulative tendencies. On one side, you're indifferent to the possibility of causing her pain, yet on the other, you strive to maintain a facade of camaraderie. It's a double-edged blade, where the latter is the subtler but significant edge.

Usually, when someone puts something on the ceiling, it's often a way to convey that the person attaches some hope or sentiment to the object. It's like they're looking forward to it or, at the very least, it holds strong sentimental value.

The piece of paper taped to the ceiling is a direct reference to a previous episode. Did you ever figure out to whom the card belonged? And why is it taped to the ceiling?

A meeting at the end of the month? What's that about?

Yet, the lingering question persists: What exactly is your relationship with Gakuganji?

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 5 months

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Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Artificial Paradise

**Finally finishing up Uni forever --- well, until I decide what to do my Master's on. About to go hard on finals so wish me luck on that. I'm so sorry for the wait!

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Honestly, it was supposed to be a good, vulnerable moment between the three of you — something that should've solidified your bond. But, you can't shake this sense of shame.

Yet, you can't help but want to shove that night into the background so those feelings won't sting anymore. Whatever you felt, it's confusing to say the least.

Fortunately, today just so happens to be one of the best distractions imaginable.

It's Ieiri's birthday.

If it weren't for Utahime creating a group chat just for the birthday party, you wouldn't have even known it was Ieiri's birthday.

And thus, the steps to heading out to Shibuya began.

Getting Ready

You and Ieiri rushed to the nearest makeup store, searching for budget-friendly brands so you could assist her.

Side note: Ieiri only had the essentials like mascara and lip gloss, but considering it was a night out in one of Japan's busiest areas, she decided to go big with it.

You and Suguru linger in the background, tossing all of Gojo's clothes into the closet without bothering much about hangers and such. That's a problem for future him.

On a side note, you had Gojo's glasses, so you had to sidle over to him as he touched up Ieiri's lipstick, all the while putting the glasses on his own face, with Mei Mei cooing in the background.

On the way to Shibuya

Before you know it, a warm sensation envelops your hand, grounding you back to reality. Haibara is leaning over you, a slightly concerned expression on his face as he quietly asks if you're alright.

"Are you alright? You seem... off." Blinking away the remnants of your brain fog, you manage a nod and respond with a quick, "Yeah, just, uh, spaced out a bit."

Haibara frowns, "You've been doing that a lot. Did something happen?"

Internally, you think, "What didn't happen?"

Trying to suppress an eye roll at his concern becomes an act of frustration. Why would you do that when it's perfectly fine for him to express concern? After all, he cares about you.

Stop being a fucking bitch.

The Shibuya Scene

For the first time that day, you could finally breathe as you jumped to your feet, pulling Haibara along with you.

If only he knew.

Meanwhile, Kento kept to the rear with Mei Mei and you, the three of you just chilling. In the meantime, Ieiri and Haibara engaged in a conversation, shouting over the roar of their engines.

It's a miracle none of you crashed.

Gakuganji

Meeting. End of the month.

You never knew an object could also have a fuzzy outline

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Song Inspo: xanny - Billie Eilish

(A/N):

Oct 22 - Is this like a filler episode? Yes, yes it is. I just wanted some fluff and what better way than with a little Birthday special? 🎆

Nov 14 - Ha, nah. Also, I'm currently obsessed with Megan Thee Stallions new song Cobra.

Originally:

This episode was supposed to be more light-hearted, but once I started typing, your character just took on a life of its own.

I didn't plan to wrap up this episode the way I did, but it struck me as a fitting method of foreshadowing.

Gojo caught on to your spaced-out moment on the train, his black-tinted glasses shielding the fact from everyone else. But, his eyes were locked onto you the entire time.

Kento took into account Ieiri's personality and preferences, which is why he suggested a simple night out in one of the busiest places in Japan.

Contrary to expectations, Gojo didn't go to flirt with pretty girls. In truth, he just wanted to stay with you and Suguru as a way to compensate for all the isolation he felt.

The piece of paper taped to the ceiling is a direct reference to a previous episode. Did you ever figure out to whom the card belonged? And why is it taped to the ceiling?

A meeting at the end of the month? What's that about?

Yet, the lingering question persists: What exactly is your relationship with Gakuganji?

...

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 6 months

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it is CANON gojo and geto see eachother as BROTHERS.

Saludos cantó huele bicho, I saw that you left two more messages in my inbox y como like no se de dónde sacaste esas bolas si es que si se consideran bolas si no canicas.

Anywaysss, they go as follows:

"it is CANON gojo is STRAIGHT and ONLY onto females and ONLY females."

"it is CANON gojo is STRAIGHT."

**es que diablo cabron, estoy perdiendo la paciencia ya cuz like three separate messages is like a bit much no? But like I can match your energy! ☺️

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So, had the tone of your messages been anything other than this, I would've treated you with the basic respect an individual is owed. However, your cowardly ass decided to remain anonymous and speak to me rudely. I don't know where the fuck you get the fucking audacity to talk to me like that cause I ain't that fucking bitch, so how about you calm yourself before you hurt whatever malfunctioning braincells you have left in that little empty cranium of yours.

Now, onto my response to each "statement":

First off, do you understand the concept of a Fanfiction? Porque no parece que lo entendiste mamabicho. It's fiction made by a fan. It's not a serious thing, it's more of a way to dissociate from this horrid reality we live in -- a lovely little distraction to calm the mind. Also, it means that said Fan Author can do whatever the fuck they like with their stories.

Second off, had you used your pretty little eyes to read the description you would've noted the following --- 'Reader is Gender Neutral'. And 'Can be read as either Platonic or Romantic'. I do accept the responsibility that, perhaps, the tone of my reader is feminine representing -- so I apologize in advance. But I do believe I have remained incredibly neutral on that aspect, it's not my fault my darling readers assume gender. (I love you guys so much btw!) So like,qué te pasa hijo de puta, hm? No te sube el oxígeno hasta tu maldito celebro que ahora no sabes cómo leer pero por un milagro de Dios sabes cómo escribir tonterias así? 😮‍💨

Third off, of course I like to sprinkle ✨ a little romantic aspect here and there because I can do whatever the fuck I want --- and yet, I still remain respectful with the overall theme of the characters relationships. Do remember that feelings tend to transcend above human understanding --- it doesn't have to be romantic to care for someone with all your soul so like chúpate el jodió bicho de tu propio padre si es que llegas ofc 🤷

Fourth off, did you at least enjoy my way of writing? Cause I imagine you did read a few of my chapters, which I am happy for because now I get to lurk in the depths of your mind for the rest of your fuckin life bro. NGL I think I did a decent job in my writing

Fifth off, stop with the CANON shit --- like just be happy with the fact that everything else has remained perfectly in canon. Tienes mimes en la cabeza cuz like you saw one little thing and just ran with it 🧍‍♀️

Also, if you get offended by this (1) you're weak (2) it literally says in my rules that I will bash you if you feel entitled or anything along those lines so like lámbeme la críca pedazo de piojo 😐

So like aja porque en vrd yo no entiendo tu actitud como que carajo te hice a tí que en vrd pensaste que podrías entrar a mi page y hablarme así. Me cago en tu puta madre mamá bicho, jodió canto de cabron 🙂🖕

Me vale la pinga de tu mai 🙄

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Masterlist | The Cursed Trio

Hope you enjoyed!

#authors note #author #note #fuck your attitude #fuck your rudeness #you fucking piece of shit whore

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 7 months

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Lover is a Day...

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Softcore

**¡Halloween, tricotrí! ¡Dame chavos, no maní! ¡No te escondas que te vi, en la casa de Pepín!

** 09/20, 2:18 p.m. - Gege, when I fucking catch you... there are no spoilers in this episode btw

**09/20, 3:18 p.m. - I hope you're bullet proof, because once you make the parallels, this bout to h u r t

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Yaga had a knack for playing the role of a silent observer, that is, when he wasn't giving your group an earful (specifically your lot) for indulging in the most ludicrous antics right in his classroom.

I swear I wrote about the carvings in a previous episode but idk which and on whose desk but it is what it is

Who could forget the time he went ballistic because you lot thought it'd be genius to carve your names into the wooden surface of your desk?

(Side Note: You were the one behind that plan, with Gojo egging on Suguru to join in. Suguru had been adamant on not doing it, but funnily enough, he was the first to carve his name on the wood.)

(Add-On: Ieiri was the one who had the blade, a simple scalpel she always seemed to have on hand. Strangely, she carried it with her wherever she went. When boredom struck, she'd use it to carefully trim the ends of her hair.)

Honestly, for someone who had a strong distaste for vandalism, Yaga surprisingly couldn't find it in his heart to sand those carvings away.

(Side Note: While tidying up one of the campus storage rooms, Maki stumbled upon your desk from your first year. It had been concealed beneath layers of dust and a hint of mildew. Curiosity piqued, she couldn't resist taking a closer look, and there, amidst the neglect, she discovered two unfamiliar names, etched alongside Gojo's. She never mentioned it to anyone, but the curiosity gnawed at her. Still, she knew better than to pry into the Six-Eye user's business.)

Yaga swore he didn't play favorites, but if you pressed him, he might just confess to having a soft spot for either you or Ieiri (although, to be honest, it leaned more toward you, especially since you never missed a Friday for knitting lessons). When it came to Ieiri, well, their interactions were usually filled with her nonchalant and uncaring attitude, making it a bit tough for Yaga to really bond with her.

Yaga, as the implications suggest, regarded you as kin, perhaps even more dearly than blood. This sentiment deepened upon discovering the harrowing circumstances of your arrival, the cruel treatment you endured at the hands of the elders—treatment he loathed to the core. Yet, despite this fierce indignation, he was trapped in a web of helplessness. He lacked the political clout and cursed energy prowess to challenge the elders, not for now, at least.

So, all he could do was try to make your time at Jujutsu High a bit more bearable. And let me tell you, that wasn't easy when you had to deal with an insufferable tampon and that crafty schemer.

However

With you around, Yaga felt a certain calmness settling among your trio. It seemed his earlier assumptions about the two boys were spot on.

Gojo, usually the master of comical antics, seemed to don a more serious demeanor when you or Suguru were around. Gone was the need to perform, as you often referred to it during your knitting lessons.

(Side Note: Your theory was that Gojo's act served two purposes. Firstly, it was his way of appearing more human than the god-like entity everyone saw him as. Secondly, you thought it was his subconscious attempt to relate to humans. Gojo had always been seen as incredibly arrogant, having lived a life where he was hailed as a god. But even gods, you mused, might grow tired of their divine status. Perhaps, occasionally, they wished to experience life from the perspective of an ordinary "ant.")

(Add-On: You shared this theory with Yaga during your 24th knitting lesson. By that point, you had grown comfortable enough to openly share your thoughts with him. You tended to be more talkative, showing a vulnerability that made Yaga want to protect you like the child you still were.)

Suguru projected an image of calm and composure, but Yaga could discern the undercurrent of anxiety beneath the surface. His leg would bounce with the weight of silent worries, and his eyes would dart from clock to board, back to the clock, to you and Gojo, and finally outside. It was a restless ritual, but the moment either Gojo or you uttered a word, whether directed at him or not, his demeanor would soften. His leg would cease its nervous dance, his shoulders relaxed, and the lines around his eyes would ease.

Ieiri, on the other hand, remained something of an enigma. She often appeared as a two-dimensional character, lacking clear purpose or direction. Her nonchalant, carefree attitude occasionally irked Yaga. However, he couldn't help but notice the subtle looks she cast your way. The faint smile that tugged at her lips when you playfully insulted Gojo for the simplest of actions. Her golden-brown eyes, fixed on the faint glow of your own eyes whenever you practiced your cursed technique in the training fields; it seemed she could hardly tear her gaze away from you.

Love could be so wicked at times

Especially in the Jujutsu world

As a teacher, Yaga was an astute observer. It was his duty to decipher each of your unique behaviors, allowing him to tailor his teaching methods to suit your individual needs. But that also meant, that he'd be forced to watch both your highs and your downs.

Gojo's smile, once a radiant beacon, gradually dimmed as your interactions increasingly revolved around Suguru. In contrast, Suguru seemed to lean on you for various things ---. he always kept a slight distance, just five steps behind, the once-prominent dark bags beneath his eyes now softened. It was as though his very gaze held you in existence, fearing that breaking eye contact might make you fade away.

You, on the other hand, avoided meeting Gojo's eyes, even refraining from playfully snatching his glasses, all to evade his probing scrutiny. A profound guilt welled within, but you maintained a cheerful façade when you looked up at the tall boy, your eyes closed in a half-smile.

Ieiri trailed behind the trio, her lips gracing a gentle yet melancholic smile, her ember eyes holding a distant quality as she observed the three of you. A flush colored her cheeks when you teased her with a sly grin, the playful gesture diverting her attention from any pressing questions.

He observed it all, sometimes wishing he could turn a blind eye to the subtle shifts in your group's dynamics. There were moments when he yearned for the courage to confront his students, but he pondered whether that would truly be the wisest course of action.

But dwelling on such thoughts had to wait, for now, he charged headlong into a horde of high-grade curses. Halloween, in his personal opinion, was among the most dreaded days of the year.

The streets came alive with a riot of Halloween decorations. Every lamppost was adorned with eerie cobwebs, and pumpkins with wicked grins lined the sidewalks. People roamed about, their faces concealed behind an assortment of masks and whimsical costumes, some posing for pictures while others sought to startle unsuspecting passersby with their ghoulish get-ups.

Above, the muffled thump of music from nearby nightclubs resonated through the air, intermingling with the boisterous chatter and sporadic shrieks of delight from the revelers below. The city had transformed into a carnival of the supernatural --- he despised it.

In an ironic twist, it felt like a taunt. Halloween, a night of heightened fear, saw curses rise to a crescendo of malevolence. These were no ordinary phantoms; they were vicious, craving blood and terror. Yet, the unassuming non-sorcerer folk continued to revel, blissfully ignorant of the holiday's perilous essence.

It stood as a paradox, a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made by his colleagues and students. Their valor had shielded these unsuspecting celebrants from the brink of a nightmarish fate.

The rational corner of his mind comprehended that they couldn't be blamed for their ignorance. This veil of secrecy was a necessity; envision the chaos if the ordinary populace were to uncover the truth. The mere panic could breathe fresh vitality into curses, a catastrophe waiting to unfold.

Yet, the acrid part, the facet he labored diligently to conceal, was far from understanding. It harbored a bitterness, an ever-present sting. Why had his students chosen the path of potential sacrifice for those who appeared indifferent, oblivious even?

Nevertheless, there was something oddly cathartic about exorcising scores of curses, with no discernible bounds to the might of his technique.

Still, a nagging thought persisted in the recesses of his mind, one that refused to be ignored — how were you and the rest of the group faring?

You were meant to be a team, a rare instance where the elders had paired you with Gojo and Suguru. Missions with just the three of you were almost unheard of, and Yaga had always been curious about the reason behind it. But every time he tried to bring it up, usually when he passed you some yarn, you'd get all defensive and tell him to hush before the elders caught wind of his questions.

(Side Note: I'm sure you're all wondering where everyone else is, so here's a quick update. The trio is holding down the fort in Shibuya with Yaga. Nanami and Yu have been dispatched near Kyoto, working alongside the students from Kyoto Jujutsu Tech. Meanwhile, Ieiri is back on campus, safe and sound, mentally preparing herself for the impending chaos when everyone returns, and she has to mend their wounds.)

(Add-On: Ieiri's usual smoke breaks lack the same charm without you there to light them up. It's just not quite the same.)

The memory of those moments still stung.

What exactly were you scared of? Because something must've scared you enough to deny him that piece of information, especially with how close the two of you have gotten.

(Side Note: Yaga was there to see the trio off. Surprisingly, you allowed him to pat your head, a simple but genuine gesture that warmed his heart. A grin threatened to spread across his face, but it was quickly overshadowed by Gojo's playful banter and Suguru's quiet laughter as they teased Yaga about wanting to be a father or something.)

(Add-On: You would never admit it, but you, too, felt the subtle warmth Yaga had alluded to. You watched his soul transition from its usual darkish purple to a fleeting, light orange glow, and it left you with an inexplicable sense of unease.)

Perched atop a towering skyscraper, Yaga allowed himself a stolen moment to survey the world below. In this rare interlude, a semblance of composure washed over him.

Since your arrival, not necessarily your fault alone, but a persistent unease had gnawed at him, weaving dread into the very sinews of his muscles and the calcium ions within his bones.

From this vantage point, he observed, as he always did.

On your side

There was an unsettling aura about a frowning Gojo, a sensation that gnawed at the core of things. It felt out of place, like a discordant note in an otherwise harmonious melody. A stoic facade, Suguru mused, would have been more fitting. Even tears, a rarity that would require an earth-shattering trauma, seemed a lesser evil than the frown that now etched itself upon Gojo's lips.

Was it Suguru's doing? Did his actions somehow bring this perpetual frown to Gojo's face? The questions swirled within him like a tempest, an unceasing storm of uncertainty.

"You know the truth," a voice echoed in the recesses of his mind, resonating with a cold and cutting edge that made him flinch. It was his voice, yet not his own.

He barely had time to complete his internal inquiry when his trajectory carried him toward an impending collision with the wall. That is, it would have if not for the interlocking web of chains, forming an impenetrable barrier that spared him from a potentially incapacitating crash.

Despite the quick save, Suguru swore under his breath as he felt a light pain blooming at his waist.

Nonetheless

Suguru couldn't help but offer a knowing smile as he redirected his gaze skyward. Above him, you soared, gracefully navigating from one chain to the next. The buildings became your towering trees, and the streets transformed into your verdant jungle.

Ugh, comparing you to Tarzan leaves a bad taste on my tongue for some reason

You didn't need words; he instantly grasped the meaning in your gaze. A gentle smile blossomed upon his lips, and he assured, "I'm fine."

With a stiff nod in response, you swiftly redirected your attention to a Grade-1 curse. Your chains sliced through it like needles through fabric, siphoning its cursed energy to unleash a cascade of attacks on surrounding curses.

But where was Gojo? The sound of shattering glass served as his only warning. Shards lightly scored his uniform and skin. Suguru's eyes narrowed in irritation and a hint of anger as he observed Gojo's stoic figure striding through the wreckage, seemingly unfazed by the chaos that surrounded him.

Tiny tears marred Suguru's cheeks as his uniform bore the brunt of the Force, revealing glimpses of skin through the delicate fabric wounds. Strangely, not a solitary drop of blood stained the scene.

He couldn't restrain his frustration, hurling curses at Gojo with palpable anger. "Oi, Satoru! Are you out of your fucking mind? You could've ended me right there!"

In response, Gojo couldn't resist an eye-roll. "Nah, you really wouldn't have."

Suguru's eye twitched at the albino's careless words, spine straight and shoulder stuff as he eyed the man before him. Meanwhile, Gojo looked absolutely bored out of his mind as he nonchalantly cleaned out his ear.

"Fucking bastard." "If you're so irked by me, come get me, asshole "

And so, the pissing match began once again.

Lately, their little 'spats' had escalated into something far more heated. What once was a light-hearted banter and a contest of egos had taken a darker turn about a week ago. The laughter that usually followed their bouts was now replaced by an uncomfortable tension.

And you were fully aware of the reasons behind this shift. But would you intervene? Well, that's still up for debate.

Just as the situation seemed on the verge of boiling over, your phone chimed with a familiar ringtone. A smile grazed your lips as you greeted the caller with a lightness in your voice.

"Everything going well on your end, Kento? Is Yu doing fine?"

As you spoke, you couldn't help but notice a sneaky curse trying to creep up on Gojo. It's tendrils aiming for his rights side. With a casual flick of your wrist, your chains skewered the unwelcome visitor. The abrupt action prompted Gojo to cast an inscrutable look your way, sending a shiver down your spine.

He's still hanging in there, so I guess he's doing alright." In the background, another voice piped up, "Is that who I think it is? Give 'em a shout from me!" You couldn't help but chuckle as Kento let out a melodramatic sigh, "You heard?"

You replied, "Yep. Tell him I said hi back. And pass along the same for Mei-Mei and Utahime."

Kento quipped, "You're pushing your luck."

With a casual flick of your wrist, you dispatched yet another mess of foul goo.

"Why the call?" you asked. "...No reason," came Kento's mysterious reply. You grinned, "Ah, I see."

(Side Note: In the current scene, Yu found himself in a comically dire situation. A curse had him pinned down, and he flailed his arms around, calling out for Mei Mei's assistance. Mei Mei, thoroughly entertained by this display, couldn't help but find Yu's predicament rather endearing. She watched, amused, though she refrained from helping him until Utahime, embroiled in her own battle against two curses, shouted at Mei-Mei to come to Yu's aid.)

(Add-On: Utahime was seriously on edge; this year's Halloween curses were exceptionally gruesome. Just catching sight of them was enough to rattle her nerves. She had half a mind to go say 'fuck it' and haul ass screaming like a little bitch. No judgement here cuz same)

Suddenly, you sensed a stray piece of debris hurtling toward your head. In a swift motion, your chains sprang to life, obliterating it before it could reach you. You shot an exasperated glance at Suguru and Gojo, who seemed engrossed in their peculiar spar—basically, just tossing things at each other.

Your patience snapped, and you hollered at them to cease their antics and refocus on the mission. Before they could react, your chains coiled around them, effectively immobilizing the duo.

Suguru relented with a pout, while Gojo couldn't resist a snarky comment. "Always knew you were kinky."

Your response triggered Kento's voice blasting through the phone in a tirade against Gojo's behavior, which only fueled Gojo's maniacal laughter.

(Side Note: Gojo didn't particularly want to laugh, but it seemed like an obligatory performance at this point.)

With an eye-roll, you shifted your attention back to the call. "We're almost done here, so no worries."

"Alright, stay safe. Don't trust those dumbasses for anything," Kento admonished before ending the call, leaving you quietly chuckling.

The tension was as palpable as ever, making the mission feel like walking on eggshells. You glanced at Gojo and Suguru, both now reluctantly cooperating. What started as a straightforward task had somehow morphed into a convoluted dance of egos.

As you ventured further into the cursed zone, the silence weighed heavily on the trio. Gojo's trademark smirk, usually as constant as the North Star, had transformed into a stern expression, his gaze fixated on the distance. Meanwhile, Suguru's fists were clenched, jaw locked tight.

Shit

Once upon a time, these two had been inseparable, but now it was like watching two tectonic plates slowly drift apart.

As you ventured deeper into the cursed alleyway, the oppressive darkness seemed to swallow you whole. The narrow passageway twisted and turned, like a labyrinth designed by, uh, by ---- oh, fuck it. You don't have time to think about it as you use your technique to identify the more hidden curses.

You cursed under your breath as bits of your clothing became stained by the grime of the walls. Filthy, damp walls pressed in from both sides, making it feel like there was no way out. Absolutely fucking disgusting.

Gojo led the way, his steps echoing off the grimy pavement as he followed the faint trail of minor curses. Suguru trailed behind, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.

The darkness was thick, and the tension among your trio hung heavy in the air. It felt like a pressure cooker, waiting to explode at any moment. The distant cries of curses only added to the eerie fucked up atmosphere.

Gojo moved with an effortless grace, his sapphire eyes ablaze with cursed energy as he obliterated curses left and right. His movements were fluid, almost elegant, as he dispatched each threat with swift precision.

On the other hand, Suguru was growing increasingly agitated. He watched the curses he could've consumed vanish into wisps of nothingness with each sweep of Gojo's hand. His frustration simmered beneath his skin, boiling over into anger.

"Dammit, Satoru," Suguru glared, voice laced with annoyance. "I could've used some of those."

Gojo barely spared him a glance, his focus unwavering. "Too bad, so sad. You've got plenty in your arsenal already, Suguru. Don't get greedy."

Cue that angry mark thing on Suguru's forehead

You couldn't help but sigh internally, "I swear --- it's like a fucking k-drama breakup or something. Unbelievable."

But this was your fault

No, this is just things that have been simmering for a while finally boiling over.

And just what exactly prompted this...'simmering of feelings'?

...check your fucking tone and fix that attitude of yours.

Or what? You'll kill me. Please, I'd like to see you try.

Fuck. You.

Also...

What?

Watch out, hehe.

(Side Note: When stressed, you curse. A lot. )

Suddenly, an especially powerful curse materialized, catching you off guard. It lunged at you, the impact sending you crashing into the nearby shop's window. The glass shattered like your composure, and blood painted the scene.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as you were hurled through the air and into the glass window. The shards of glass seemed to glisten in a surreal dance of glimmers and reflections, and for a brief moment, the shattered glass created a fragmented tapestry of the scene, as if you were glimpsing reality through a shattered mirror.

Blue rose petals descended gracefully, an ethereal contrast to the crimson stains on your battered form. They tumbled from an unseen sky, their delicate dance casting an otherworldly beauty over the grim tableau.

Upon collision with the glass, it shattered into a symphony of discordant notes, the cacophony ringing in your ears. The shards dug into your flesh, tearing at your clothes, and for a suspended moment, the world seemed crystallized in chaos.

Lying there, gasping for air and stinging with pain, you took in the surreal sight of the blue rose petals falling around you. In the corners of your quickly fading vision, you saw flower pots and greenery --- it felt like you were back in Yu's dorm room. Safe and warm.

Oh, it's a flower shop.

First off, why the fuck is there a flower shop at the end of some random creepy ass alleyway?

Second off, why was it so quiet?

The eerie silence settled like a heavy fog, muffling the once-chaotic sounds of curses. You furrowed your brow, puzzled by their sudden disappearance. Where had they—

In a sudden and almost comically abrupt fashion, the souls of Suguru and Gojo popped into your field of vision. It was as if they had teleported into view, their ghostly forms shimmering with an otherworldly light.

You couldn't help but blink in surprise, their appearance catching you off guard amidst the strange stillness of the cursed zone.

"Fucking hell," you swore under your breath as you felt one of the two gently pick up your head before leveling it on a soft warm --- thighs. Bony ones at that so it had to be Gojo.

(Side Note: You couldn't help but instinctively reach out to palm the limb, the blood seeping from your scraped hands staining Gojo's pants.)

Suguru dropped to his knees beside you, his face etched with deep concern, his eyes darting anxiously over your wounds. He hovered his hands over the injuries, torn between wanting to help and the uncertainty of what to do next. The injuries weren't life-threatening, but they were far from insignificant.

"Hey, are you okay?" Suguru's voice quivered with genuine worry as he assessed the damage. "Damn it, you're bleeding..." Panic flickered across his features as he glanced at the blood, his usually composed demeanor giving way to concern.

His soul was crying

Gojo remained uncharacteristically silent, his lips parting only to remove his glasses. His gaze locked onto your injured face, and in that fleeting moment when your eyes met, it was a meeting of pearlescent and iridescent. The connection would've been near-perfect if it weren't for...

Before the thought could fully form, Gojo finally broke his silence. His expression turned grave, and he spoke in a low, almost breathless tone, "Use your chains on me."

You couldn't help but snort with amusement, even as a wince of pain crossed your face. "Now, who's the kinky one," you quipped, your voice laced with playful sarcasm.

If you weren't injured, Gojo might have smacked the shit out if you, but in this situation, he opted for a sharp pinch on your arm until you acquiesced.

Drawing cursed energy from people was always a unique experience, but what intrigued you even more was the distinctiveness of each person's energy.

Suguru's had a bittersweet undertone, much like his tea, while Gojo's... Well, perhaps it was his cursed technique, but it felt almost exhilarating. Sweet, like his insatiable sweet tooth, and undeniably stimulating.

Your blood raced with adrenaline, and you couldn't help but savor the taste of Gojo's energy. It was strangely addictive, and you found yourself wanting more, even as you noticed the tremble in his soul.

Separating your chains from their souls, a shiver of relief coursed through your body as most of your injuries miraculously began to heal. With a soft hum of gratitude, you muttered a quiet thank you under your breath. With Suguru and Gojo's assistance, you managed to sit up on the pile of debris.

"Are you guys okay?" you inquired, concern lacing your words.

Suguru, still clearly shaken by the events, snapped, "You almost die, and you ask US if we're okay?" He couldn't hide his worry, despite his gruff tone.

You let out a playful pout as you leaned into the warmth of Gojo's hands, tilting your head back like a whiny child. "Well, fuck you too, Suguru." "Don't you curse at me, you little-"

As you and Suguru continued your bickering, Gojo calmly brought you closer, positioning you against his body and enveloping your waist with his arms. His chin rested on your shoulder, and he let out a quiet exhale that felt like a sigh of relief.

(Side Note: The exhale was so strong that it lightly pulled on your moon earring. The very one Gojo gifted you.)

You froze at the unexpected closeness, momentarily taken aback, while Suguru observed in silence, a pensive expression clouding his face.

One beat

"You two really pissed me off, ya know?" Gojo's words carried an unusual weight, and both you and Suguru had never heard him sound so sullen. It wasn't meekness; Gojo could never be meek or weak, but his voice seemed, in that moment, small.

Though you couldn't see his face, you could sense the tremor in his voice, and it sent a chill down your spine.

Two beats

Both Suguru and you dared not to speak as Gojo continued to talk, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly as he spoke. It was as if he had to physically restrain himself from retreating into his usual emotional barriers.

"You disappear for a few days, and suddenly, you're both different. And then, it's like I don't even exist. You made me feel..."

Three beats

"Unwanted? Jealous? Neglected?" You interjected softly, your voice tinged with understanding. Gojo pinched your side, causing you to wince, and earning a sharp glare from Suguru. "Don't fucking psychoanalyze me."

"Sorry," you murmured, sensing the tension in his voice.

Four beats

Gojo tightened his hold on you, his voice muffled against your shoulder, "I didn't know what to do. I hate not knowing what to do."

Suguru leaned against the wall, seemingly lost in thought. "Typical Satoru. Always the 'strongest' but falls apart when emotions come into play." You clenched your jaw.

Five beats

"Suguru. Not now." You swore you saw a flicker of a satisfied smirk on the albino's face as you scolded said male. "Gojo, stop smirking." Now it was Suguru's turn to smirk.

(Side Note: Gojo was so ridiculously satisfied.)

From the corner of your eye, you spotted something amidst the rubble. Leaning over to pick it up, a soft chuckle escaped your lips as you realized it was a nondescript bottle of sake.

Nothing too distinctive, just an ordinary bottle of sake.

Balancing it in your hand, you inhaled the aroma as you uncorked it. A soft sigh escaped, and a small smile graced your face.

As you took a cautious sip from the bottle, you were pleasantly surprised by its smooth and mellow flavor. The warmth of the sake spread through you --- a nice contrast to the cold air of Japan.

"Are you serious right now?" Suguru's voice resonated through the eerie silence of the ravaged flower shop. With a shrug, you tossed the bottle to Gojo.

Gojo grimaced, "You're seriously gross right now. Who knows where that's been?"

You rolled your eyes at his comment, "Well, either drink it and unwind or ditch it to relieve some stress."

He stared down at you for a good three minutes, his expression still contorted, before finally grunting and taking a sip. The effect was nearly instantaneous as the young Six-Eye User's tense shoulders relaxed.

Six beats

The severity in his gaze softened as he turned his attention to Suguru, who wore a similarly displeased expression.

With the bottle held in his large hands, Gojo seemed poised to throw it at the raven-haired man, but at the eleventh hour, he offered it instead. Their fingers brushed for a fleeting heartbeat as Suguru savored a modest sip.

A sigh escaped his lips as he let the alcohol slide down his throat, his shoulders dropping in a similar manner like Gojo as you silently stayed within the albino's arms.

A hush blossomed among the three of you, your gazes fixed on various points, as if deliberately avoiding eye contact with each other.

Yet, even in that unspoken silence, it seemed as if words were superfluous. Simply being present in that moment, basking in each other's auras and existence, sufficed to transmit everyone's sentiments.

Amidst the remnants of the flower shop, with broken petals strewn about like the memories of a fading dream, a subtle breeze whispered its way through the shattered windows, carrying the scent of blossoms that once danced in vibrant hues. And a soft, distant chirping of birds carried through the broken windows --- ah, it was morning already.

Suguru, his grip on the sake bottle loosening, glanced around at the desolation surrounding you. His eyes, once filled with annoyance, now held a touch of melancholy.

Suguru's gaze finally shifted, meeting Gojo's eyes for the briefest of moments. A flicker of understanding passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of...something.

As if by an unspoken agreement, Gojo lifted the bottle once more, offering it to Suguru. With a nod of appreciation, Suguru accepted, their bond acknowledged in this simple act.

You couldn't help but make an undignified noise as you tried to reach for the bottle, "Oi! Don't drink it all, I want some too!"

With a playful smirk, Gojo leaned slightly away from Suguru, extending the bottle above you, just out of your reach. "Oh, you want some too?" he teased, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Suguru joined in with a sly grin, "You know, sharing is caring."

You responded with an exasperated sigh, your attempt to grab the bottle foiled by Gojo's playful maneuvering. "Alright, alright, you guys win. Just pass it over here before I start feeling left out." Ironic.

Gojo and Suguru persisted in their playful teasing, much to your chagrin, as you struggled within Gojo's grasp to lower his arm, desperately attempting to reach the bottle he held aloft. Suguru's laughter echoed through the room, while Gojo cackled with the exuberance of a madman.

From his vantage point, Yaga couldn't suppress a chuckle as he witnessed the scene unfold. It warmed his heart to see the tension between the three of you dissipate—perhaps not entirely, but enough that he believed everyone would experience a sense of relief come the next school day.

Seven beats

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Song Inspo: Ray Laurél - CHARLES JEFFREY

(A/N): Hopefully, one day I'll see TCT on a 'JJK Tumblr fanfic recommendations' TikTok vid --- the moment people recommend this to others on that fucking app, that's when I know I'm doing a good job 💀

Valeria Garza has a chokehold on me rn. Ooo, should I write for CoD? It'd be interesting deciphering their personalities considering the shit load of trauma they all got going on.

09/20 - In the middle of writing this, a kitten sucked into my yard and I have dogs. I had to pry the poor thing out of their mouths (it's alive! Ran off tho). Unfortunately, the kitten did bite me. So I'm not writing this with an injured hand and a prayer that I don't have an infection. 🥹

09/21 - Just as I was finishing up, I received an e-mail from the Head of my Bachelor's Department saying that my current classes were not valid for my degree and that I'd have to re-enroll. I spent a whole 15 minutes bawling my eyes out, crying to mami on the phone before the mother fuckers had the nerve to tell me it was an error and I'm fine.

09/23 - it's like 12am rn and the most horrible thing happened and ugh, I could not stop bawling my eyes out and I was bleeding everywhere. I'm fine now but like damn bro.

Originally:

This episode was supposed to be published on September 20 due to, uh, reasons. (JJK 236 spoilers parallel) However, shit happened and I didn't publish it in time. My bad bros, hoes, and non-binaries bitches.

Originally, I had planned to kick off this episode from Suguru's or someone else's perspective – anyone but Yaga's. But, at the last second, I realized we needed a bit more Yaga content. Plus, it'd be intriguing to delve into his viewpoint regarding the cursed trio's dynamics and all that jazz.

"...gentle yet melancholic smile," was actually supposed to just be a 'gentle small smile.' This is because Ieiri was just happy to be there within the boundaries of your presence. But I changed it because, when written this way, it just confirms that Ieiri knows her status in the group. As in, she doesn't have an actual status.

"...Nah, you really wouldn't have." Was actually, "Oh come on, Suguru. You know I wouldn't go that far."

The plan for this episode was to kick off near a flower shop, but fate had other ideas. It concluded right at a flower shop instead.

"The narrow passageway twisted and turned, like a labyrinth designed by, uh, by ---- oh, fuck it." This was actually supposed to reference the ancient King of Curses but I couldn't figure how to do it, so I genuinely said fuck it.

"Don't fucking psychoanalyze me," was supposed to be, "So you knew yet you did nothing?" This is to imply your avoidance of confrontations. Maybe foreshadowing too.

Originally, you were going to apologize to Gojo for everything but then, as an author, I realized that the cursed trio are a bunch of teenagers put in the riskiest of situations with severe vulnerability problems and communication issues, hence the silence and the avoidance of eye contact.

This switch to Yaga as the main POV in this episode kind of plays with that idea that teachers are always watching their students, even if it doesn't seem like it. It's not just about observing; it's about whether they decide to take action or simply stay on the sidelines.

Ngl, certain characters, in canon, feel rather two-dimensional. Maybe, it's because I haven't really read the manga or finished the anime --- but like yeah. So I like exploring them, giving them depth and stuff like that. Like Yaga, Yu, Ieiri, and others.

Suguru narrowly escaped critical injury thanks to your swift response, an imperceptible wall formed by hundreds of tiny chains that perpetually encircled him, akin to a vigilant guardian.

Though invisible to Suguru's eyes, these chains remained visible to Gojo's discerning gaze. In truth, this visibility was the sole reason Gojo took the actions he did.

Suguru's lack of injuries was all thanks to a secret chain connected to his soul. It channeled cursed energy into him, helping him heal swiftly. The finer details of this ability were still a bit hazy, but that's a tale for another day.

The elders, were deep into an emergency meeting, no doubt wrestling with the current crisis. Or so, one would think.

"And so, the pissing match began once again." After this line, I genuinely had no idea what to write next. So I chose to involve the one character that just feels right to write about.

Kento's call came in the wake of an extremely close call, and he needed something to anchor him back to reality before diving back into his mission. The soothing sound of your voice, coupled with Yu's presence, worked like a balm on his nerves. (But you thought it was because he was worried about you. Which, technically, is true but that's beside the point.)

Episode: Borderline --- "...Keep it vague, just like your pointless existence." Goes hand in hand with, "...Or what? You'll kill me. Please, I'd like to see you try." Was that your own self-deprecating thoughts, or ???

The reason why Suguru's hands hovered was because he was afraid of causing more damage.

It wasn't his energy that made his soul quiver; it was the fear of losing you.

I wanted to have a little fun so I made that what you eat the most is what your cursed energy either feels like or tastes like. 🤷

As for Gojo, his Infinity vanished the moment he saw you crash through the flower shop window. The sheer shock and horror of the scene caused him to unintentionally drop it.

Typically, Gojo's soul is shielded from your sight due to the nature of his Infinity. However, when he released it, you were able to catch a glimpse of his presence, marked by a curious warp-like effect.

"It was strangely addictive, and you found yourself wanting more, even as you noticed the tremble in his soul." Energy vampire much?

The fact that you only ever truly feel safe is when you're in Yu's dorm room surrounded by his plants.

You intentionally left some minor wounds untreated, a small act of consideration for Ieiri. It would give her something to do when she arrived, and you secretly longed to be in her presence again.

"It was his voice, yet not his own." Is a reference to Suguru's creeping depression as well as an indirect reference to Kenjaku.

"...Are you out of your fucking mind?" Is Suguru referencing Gojo's technique and how it fries the brain to a crisp.

"Suguru swore under his breath as he felt a light pain blooming at his waist." and "...it's tendrils aiming for his right side" is a reference.

Note how, even though Gojo always keeps his Infinity on (or almost always) along with the fact that he's a Special Grade sorcerer, you still felt the need to protect his back from the minor curse.

The North Star symbolizes guidance, direction, stability and purpose. And no matter what, it stays in the same place no matter what goes around it.

It's not a glass ceiling, but rather a glass wall. Which can be interpreted in multiple manners. It can be the wall between you and Gojo, despite being able to see each other so clearly, a wall remains. The shattering of it representing your agreement in acknowledging the connection.

Or, it's the slow shattering of the Curses Trio's reality as we near Spring.

Or, it's foreshadowing.

Blue roses signify the unattainable. It's like a longing for something to exist, but it forever eludes your grasp. This is a direct reference to the Jujutsu Kaisen Season 1 Opening where Gojo carries around a bouquet of blue roses.

In this episode, the clash of "Pearlescent vs. Iridescent" gave way to a harmonious fusion of Pearlescent AND Iridescent. This is to reference that an emotional connection has been officially acknowledged. Not made but acknowledged.

"The connection would've been near-perfect if it weren't for..." His being is near-perfect in your eyes because if he had just never been born with Six-Eyes, you'd love his blissful ignorance

Although Suguru might be considered your closest friend (in Gojo's mind at least), it was Gojo you instinctively reached out to. Ironic considering how long you've been trying to emotionally avoid him.

If my memory serves me right, the traditional act of sharing a bottle of sake signifies a union among individuals, and for this particular chapter, it felt more like the forging of a soulful connection, a merging of three souls into one. You could even liken it to a form of matrimony.

The consistent theme remained that open communication was a challenge among the three of you. You rarely delved into meaningful discussions, each holding back in your own way. (Communication may be key, but understanding is the door.)

The heart beats are a reference to another Episode, but I don't remember which. Oops.

Gojo didn't throw the bottle at Suguru because he was genuinely tired of fighting with the bestie --- he just wanted you and Suguru back.

Yaga being the silent observer says A LOT. You just don't realize it.

What was the meeting about?

Were you talking to your continually fracturing mind or someone else?

And what exactly did you mean when you said you saw scenes in the shattered glass?

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 7 months

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YALL I THOUGHT I PUBLISHED IT MY BAD DBFJFJJFJKFKF IM SO SORRY

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 7 months

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I think the next episode is one of my longest ones yet.

#the cursed trio #im alive #i WAS dead #but im alive

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 8 months

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Anyone want a cat or two?

I have two white boys (brothers) with blue eyes named Macaroon and Oni (short for Onigiri.)

They're about a year old and are very pretty! They're vaccinated and will be neutered soon --- I currently can't care for them so I'm trying to rehome them.

I live in Puerto Rico so it'd be best if you're in the area but if needed, I can transport them just a little ways overseas (possibly; debatable tbh since money is tight)

But still, if you are interested --- please feel free to dm or just reply to this post.

#please help me by adopting my kitties #makes me sad but i have no other options #adopt #adopt a cat #please and thank you #kitty #cat

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Enter Sandman

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Lover is a Day

**poor Gojo. what did he do to deserve this hehe

**so sorry for the tardiness, I had a hyperfixation on CoD men and physically couldn't continue until it went away 💀

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Gojo couldn't pinpoint exactly when he sensed the change, but it was undeniably there. It wasn't a glaring transformation; instead, it manifested subtly through the way you and Suguru interacted. He had always recognized that the two of you were cut from the same cloth, born of the same feather - you could use any analogy, but the essence remained the same.

Even without the benefit of his Six Eyes, Gojo couldn't overlook how close you and Suguru had become. Initially, he didn't mind it, or at least he convinced himself as much. He attempted to brush off the feeling as best as he could, but he couldn't help but notice how you slightly tensed under his touch yet effortlessly melted into Suguru's warmth. He observed it in the way Suguru openly expressed his emotions to you, and how you reciprocated, all while Gojo remained in the dark.

The ironic part is, he couldn't harbor resentment over it. Especially not when both of you made sincere efforts to include him in every aspect.

Whenever you ventured around with Kento and Haibara, you'd return with an assortment of captivating trinkets, gifting them all to Gojo. Each one somehow reminding you of him. Your manner of bestowing these gifts had a certain nonchalance to it, as if the act was more of a hassle. Yet, Gojo could easily discern the genuine satisfaction that flickered in your eyes each time he accepted your offerings with a smile.

(Side Note: His room, once relatively bare within the mansion, had now transformed into an overabundance of these seemingly insignificant items you had collected during your travels. Few were privy to this fact, but he had explicitly instructed the servants not to disturb these items, opting to personally tend to their cleaning whenever the dust settled. However, based on how frequently he handled them, barely a speck of dust managed to find its way onto them.)

Each morning, on his way to Jujutsu High, Suguru would purchase konbini delicacies for Gojo. The bag would be packed with an assortment of ready-to-eat foods, including an egg salad sandwich, three garlic and mayonnaise-laden pork sausage onigiris, a variety of puddings, and a couple of those sparkling water drinks that Gojo was obsessed with.

(Side Note: Suguru, naturally, would purchase some food for you as well. However, just to ruffle your feathers, he'd opt for items you'd never laid your taste buds on before. Since your arrival in Japan, you'd ventured into trying a variety of new cuisines and managed to identify some go-to favorites that you indulged in regularly. Yet, this man had a peculiar penchant for introducing you to peculiar flavors that either awakened your palate or left you traumatized by their taste.)

(Add-On: Not to imply he didn't also buy your beloved comfort foods. Those were discreetly stashed away in his backpack. Given how often he pulled this trick, you usually had to wrestle his backpack off his shoulders just to access your treats. And then, Gojo would swoop in and grab them before you, playfully holding them above your head, taunting and teasing you.)

Either way, Gojo couldn't shake the feeling that something transpired between you and Suguru last week. The exact timing eluded him, but what he does know is that both of you were absent from school for two consecutive days before eventually resurfacing. There were no messages in either group chat, no responses to Gojo's texts—just an absolute wall of silence.

When the duo finally returned, it was almost as if nothing had occurred. They deftly evaded every inquiry with well-practiced nonchalance, much to Gojo's exasperation. And then came the shift in Suguru's and his behavior towards you. Well, if being honest, it wasn't entirely novel. Suguru had always displayed a protective streak when it came to you. Think back to the time Gojo accidentally hurt you during a footsie game beneath the table. If looks could kill, Gojo would've been six feet under by now.

Nevertheless, his protective instincts towards you had become subtly more pronounced. He hovered closely, always a step behind, though it might be attributed to your joint missions together. It appeared the higher-ups had taken pity on you, transitioning you from solo missions to partnered ones.

Throughout the week, the two of you had been dispatched on various missions. Occasionally, when Gojo completed his assignments early (he had been partnered with Kento, and their compatibility was less than stellar; Haibara had been granted a day off due to a mild illness), he would swing by to check in on you and Suguru. And he had to confess, watching the two of you collaborate to vanquish curses was truly a remarkable sight.

So, with your cursed chains, you've got this knack for putting curses in a tight spot, just enough time for Suguru to work his magic and send them packing. But, you know, you two aren't into keeping things simple. Nope, you like to go all out and make curses' lives a little more interesting.

Picture this: you set up traps that are like a spider's web, and the curses are the unlucky bugs that end up stuck right in the middle. The real brilliance? Suguru's the maestro who guides these curses right into your web of chains. It's like teamwork made in heaven.

What Suguru truly values about working with you is your unique ability to alter the core of curses. Your chains aren't limited to subduing; they possess the exceptional capability to absorb and transform. Through this absorption, you wield the power to modify various aspects of curses, turning their own energy against them and granting Suguru an edge in his exorcism efforts

When Suguru takes in curses, he's devouring the darkest fragments of humanity. So, when you saw him extend his hand toward a writhing mass of malevolence, you couldn't help but offer to share the load.

He hesitated, his doubt hanging in the air like a fading whisper. It was almost as if he feared believing in your words, as if hope itself was a fragile thing. Yet, in that unspoken trust you both held, he conceded. So he stood there, silently watching your graceful dance of spiritual chains, invisible to all but the likes of Gojo.

When it was time, you handed it back to him, and he consumed it, slowly, cautiously. It was like witnessing a smile returning to his eyes, a spark reigniting in the depths of his being. The taste was...nothingness. And the pain, the relentless ache he usually carried, dissipated dramatically.

You'll forever hold onto that memory, of his dark green aura lightening, his eyes turning toward you with a glimmer of hope and something deeper, something you dared not name.

Nevertheless, the shift in dynamics among the three of you left Gojo with a bittersweet taste, like the remnants of a fading dream.

He had nurtured a hope, delicate as the petals of a cherry blossom, that the fortress guarding your heart had begun to crumble, revealing the vulnerability he had longed to see mirrored in your eyes.

Yet, like elusive stardust slipping through his fingers, something veiled him from fully breaching the walls surrounding your soul. He wondered in the quiet hours of the night if it was an oversight, a missed note in the melody of your intricate life story.

Memories of that September night hung in the air, suspended like the phases of the moon, each one a query without a response. How had you ventured into the labyrinthine embrace of the Jujutsu world?

It was Ieiri who found herself in the unusual role of comforter—or at least, her unique brand of comfort. If you could even call it that. She had a knack for subtly peppering him with teasing and sly remarks, cleverly diverting his attention from the shift in dynamics. It was her way of dealing with the situation, her way of saying, "I've got your back, even if it means poking fun at you."

Amidst this unspoken tension, their gazes occasionally flicked to catch the fleeting frowns that played on Gojo's lips whenever he observed the interactions between you and Suguru. It was as though they were all tiptoeing around the elephant in the room, leaving Ieiri as the bold soul who chose humor as her weapon of choice in navigating the uncharted waters of this evolving relationship.

(Side Note: Although Kento wasn't particularly fond of Gojo and his often infuriating antics, he couldn't stand to see his...well, let's just call him a "companion," frown. So, from time to time, when Kento was aware that Gojo was in the vicinity, he'd pick up something sweet. He knew Gojo had a soft spot for these treats, so he'd casually toss one in Gojo's direction. Most of the time, it would collide with Gojo's Infinite Void, but occasionally, on those rare moments, the confections would find their way to the back of his head.)

Ieiri had never been one for beating around the bush. So, when the two of you found yourselves once more beneath the weathered embrace of the wooden bridge on campus, stars winking overhead and smoke spiraling around you, she confronted you. Her approach was careful and cautious, an acknowledgment of the gravity that hung in the air.

"Something happened with Suguru, didn't it?" Ieiri inquired, her gaze fixed on the water trickling through her black socks. The nonchalant action struck a dissonant chord within you.

You squinted your eyes, considering briefly the path of feigned ignorance. However, the weight of truth beckoned, and you decided that the burden of falsehood was far too heavy.

With a casual shrug, you admitted, "You could say that."

As she exhaled another plume of smoke, the brunette posed another question, shrouded in the gentle cloak of uncertainty, "And what about me?"

At this, you hesitated, the lines of your brow etched with genuine perplexity.

"I don't follow."

In response to your words, the young teen let out an irritated click of her tongue, a spark of fading fire in her golden-brown eyes. She frowned at her own reflection rippling in the water.

"Of course, you don't."

For a time, the quietude settled between you, punctuated only by the celestial dance of stars above. From your vantage point, nestled beneath the bridge's embrace, you had a perfect view of their shimmering freedom, despite the barrier before you.

They twinkled with a grace foreign to your own world.

"Gojo's sulking."

"I know."

"So, you're ignoring it?"

"...Yeah."

"You're unbelievable, you know that?"

"So, you keep telling me."

Another stretch of silence enveloped you both before you posed a question of your own.

"How exactly... did you find out about the deal?"

Ieiri reached for another stick from the box, drawing closer to you, seeking your assistance in lighting it.

"Overheard it from the Zenin's when Yaga took me over for something."

What?

The atmosphere thickened with tension, a sensation that didn't sit well with the young Shoko. Shifting uncomfortably where she sat, her brunette locks framing her face, she observed you through the rippling reflection in the water.

"Why were you near the Zenin household?" The chill in your voice unsettled her, but she could discern the restraint in your tone, an effort to temper the sharpness.

She offered a nonchalant shrug, attempting to downplay the unease that had settled over the conversation.

"They asked if I could help with a cursed technique gone awry. They didn't divulge many details."

Here we go, mind your words. Ieiri thought.

"What specifically, though?" Ieiri had always placed her trust in you, even after uncovering the layers of your past. Yet, in moments like these, your intensity still sent shivers down her spine, a blend of composure and wrath.

"I...don't know. It's hard to put into words. I mean, I never really saw it clearly — I think it was a person, though. But...it's all so confusing."

In that very moment, it was as if the harmonious symphony of nature — the crickets, the birds, even the whispering wind — had been swallowed by an eerie silence. Even the water, for the briefest of moments, seemed to take on a murky, uncertain hue.

"How come?" Your voice came slowly.

She clicked her tongue, eyes squinting at the ripples, "I swear... it was half-human, half-curse."

Ieiri's revelation hung in the air, a half-human, half-curse entity — a concept so enigmatic it seemed to defy the laws of their world. She had ventured into uncharted territory, and you couldn't resist exhaling a relieved sigh much to her surprise.

"And here, I thought you were going to say something else. Not gonna lie, feels like you're being a bit paranoid, no?"

Perhaps it was the way you suddenly regained your composure that cast doubt upon her words. Your eyes returned to their usual nonchalant demeanor, accompanied by that ever-charming lazy smile she adored so much.

Taking the cigarette from Ieiri's mouth, to her surprise, you allowed the burning end to dance playfully between your fingers, leaving them adorned with soot and a hint of injury.

"I don't think that's possible, Ieiri," you chimed in a sing-song manner. "Though, I must admit, it would be quite the intriguing twist if it were true — as fucked up as that may sound."

It was Ieiri who had to intervene, flicking the burning stick from your fingers, unwilling to witness further harm.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at her gesture, and your hand reached out for hers. Her skin was smooth, unmarred, in stark contrast to your own. With your thumb, you traced gentle circles upon the back of her hand.

Ieiri found herself almost melting under your touch. It was a rarity, your tactile contact. You allowed a few into your personal sphere — Nanami, Suguru, and Satoru — but even then, physical closeness was a privilege extended sparingly. Ieiri nodded, finding solace in your warmth.

She unveils the box, and with your assistance, a slender stick finds its way into your fingers. You delicately place it upon Ieiri's awaiting lips, a small smile gracing your features as you ignite the tip. Your eyes remain locked onto her warm, brown gaze.

An addiction.

She leans into you, her head resting gently upon your shoulder. Together, you both peer down at the tranquil stream below, while your gaze finds solace in the expanse of the night sky above.

Kindred spirits.

The closest of confidants.

For she is your dearest friend, and you are hers, right?

Right?

Still, a question lingered in the recesses of her thoughts.

Despite the burning desire to give voice to her question, she'd rather keep the peace.

Perhaps, in that moment, it was her silent acquiescence that marked her eventual undoing.

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(A/N): Nothing in the Jujutsu world is healthy, so don't expect healthy relationships and friendships. Toxicity all the way 😁

Nah, as soon as I saw Idalia heading up to Florida I said nope. Canceled everything. Luckily, I got my concert tickets fully refunded so now I'm a few dollars richer than before. However, for all of my Florida fans, hope you're safe!

Is Ieiri in love with you? That's a good question that I'm willing to explore. (I was in a mood lol)

This is the beginnings of Suguru's and your's unhealthy co-dependency. And I'm not sorry whatsoever.

What Gojo didn't quite grasp was that it wasn't a matter of trust. Instead, it was a deep-seated, almost inexplicable shame that held him back from touching the very edges of your soul.

Your eyes often gravitate towards the night sky, quietly marveling at the stars' freedom, your expression almost content but tinged with a hint of bitterness. It's a testament to your ability to conceal your true feelings.

Conversely, Ieiri's gaze tends to be drawn downward, fixating on the flowing waters below with a solemn demeanor. Witnessing the relentless flow of time as each ripple becomes a reminder of moments slipping away. It's the cruel paradox of her life, forever tied to the present while yearning for the elusive permanence of the past.

The irony lies in their contrasting perspectives, for while you yearn for the freedom of the stars, you remain tethered to your earthly burdens. And Ieiri, who gazes into the depths of time, is paradoxically trapped in the present, unable to escape the relentless flow of existence.

Irony: The act of looking up at the sky has always been viewed as a hopeful action.

Irony: Sitting by a river, holding hands, is an intimate act. Almost romantic. (This is one-sided.)

Some people use pain as a way to ground themselves back in reality. Such as snapping a plastic band on their wrist, pinching themselves, and what-not. But burning yourself is a dangerous and unhealthy method. I only use this is to show your more unhinged side.

The only reason 'Satoru' is used in this episode is because it was written in Ieiri's POV. You have yet to say it yourself.

You are not against gaslighting your friends in order to get what you want. You're not a good person just as you aren't a bad person. You're just a slave to circumstance.

You also know that Ieiri is a fan of physical touch so you use it against her. Confusing her with incredibly intimate actions to distract her.

Just as I was finishing this up, I realized I hadn't turned in an essay that was due the 30th and everyday it's not submitted is 20 points less. Please manifest with me 🥹

Guilt, imprisonment, and something else are your current running theme.

Originally:

I had absolutely no idea what did episode was going to be about.

Initially, this episode was intended to bear the title 'Cirice.' The plan was for it to be chock-full of lore, unveiling some significant, long-held secrets. However, during a call with my bestie, I experienced a breakthrough and made a radical decision to overhaul it entirely. Some of you might have witnessed the chaos I caused with the TCT Masterlist and the TCT Timeline - that was actually me attempting to find the most suitable pacing for everything.

Initially, Suguru was meant to dodge your attempts to retrieve your snacks and dangle them above your head. However, I wanted to incorporate a more trio-based interaction into this scenario.

Ieiri was initially meant for a brief appearance, but fate had other plans.

"...his eyes turning toward you with a glimmer of hope and something deeper, something you dared not name..." The emotion you dared not name is adoration.

"...left Gojo with a bittersweet taste, like the remnants of a fading dream." Is a direct reference to Gojo waking up from his dream. His dream is the Hidden Inventory Arc.

"And what about me?" This is Ieiri's way of asking you if you've not is how your actions impact her personally. When you respond, "I don't follow." You are lying. You do know, you're just ignoring it.

"An addiction..." This line concealed not just her nicotine craving but also her yearning for your undivided attention.

"For she is your dearest friend, and you are hers, right?" It is a direct reference to how Suguru and Gojo are Ieiri's best friends yet she isn't their's.

"...Despite the burning desire to give voice to her question, she'd rather keep the peace..." I'm a firm believer that had Ieiri taken a bit of initiative in creating a more intimate connection with the boys, they might've considered her a best friend. At the very least, a close one.

"...Perhaps, in that moment, it was her silent acquiescence that marked her eventual undoing..." Foreshadowing.

Cursed technique gone wrong? Half-human, half-curse? The fuck?

Also, how the fuck do you know the ZENIN CLAN? Like yeah, you play the game but even then, what exactly is this so-called game?

The question you should be asking yourself, as a reader, is simple --- on which side are you? Are you on the winning side with Gojo and Ieiri? Or are you on the losing side with Suguru, Haibara, and Kento?

And what did you mean by 'Deal'? It's like the second or third time we hear this.

Oh, Halloween's coming!

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 8 months

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I'm alive. Just been dying due to Uni stuff. Will be updating TCT soon.

#reader #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #romance #imagine #anime #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru #the cursed trio

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 8 months

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are you going to be updating your henry cavill fic??

I genuinely forgot about poor boy Henry --- but yes, that story will find it's end, sooner or later. I just have to read up what I have so far and see what I come up with.

Sorry for the long wait :/

#author's note.#authors note

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cacti-are-like-flamingos · 8 months

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Author Facts!

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Central Masterlist

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**The amount of shit I go through to write these episodes is extraordinary so I figure I might as well share some with you guys.

**Feel free to ask questions about TCT, I'll answer at my earliest convenience!

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Fact 1#

My house loses power frequently, so sometimes I lose my works!

Fact 2#

I only ever work at night, specifically from 8pm to 4am.

Fact 3#

I don't actually ship Gojo and Suguru. But I'm not afraid to admit that I very much enjoy the fanart about them --- they're just so beautiful!

Fact 4#

It's only after Borderline that almost all of my episodes are named after songs I really like. Others, I just came up on the spot.

Fact 5#

The Cursed Trio was never meant to be a series--- actually, it was never meant to be published. Originally, it was just a little writing exercise but then I thought others would enjoy my ideas and decided to publish it.

Fact 6#

I don't rely on notebooks or notes to organize my ideas. Instead, I shoot texts to my bestie, and those messages essentially turn into my rambling notebook. That motherfucker serves as my digital notepad.

Fact 7#

The Cursed Trio forces me to think, hence headaches.

Fact 8#

I already have the endings somewhat planned out, hehe.

Fact 9#

Whenever I write Gojo's name, my phone autocorrects it to one of the following: Hijo or Goji. (I don't even know where the second one came from.)

Fact 10#

For the initial episodes, I had only a broad outline of the plot. However, as I continued writing, I honed and perfected the storyline. I was determined not to leave you all without some meaningful content.

Fact 11#

I'm a big fan of Hurt/No Comfort 😏

Fact 12#

I have a TikTok collection of a bunch of JJK content, specifically the Shibuya Incident and the various symbolisms between Gojo and Suguru. It's so freaking depressing, I love it.

Fact 13#

When writing, I will listen to one song on repeat for as long as I'm writing. My go-to songs involve:

Me and Your Mama - Childish Gambino

Other Side of Paradise - Glass Animals

One More Hour - Tame Impala

Space Song - Beach House

CHARLES JEFFREY - Ray Laurél

Into the Black hole - HOAX

Solitude - Feldman + Riley Reinterpretation

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Elton John

Amongst others.

Fact 14#

I actually don't know how many episodes this series will have --- it's a gamble tbh.

Fact 15#

You'll know the Star Plasma Arc has begun when the GIFs suddenly include Riko. This also applies to other instances.

Fact 16#

When I doubt my characterization of a character, I do as much research as possible. And with this in mind, I add my own spin to their personality.

Fact 17#

This series actually has a deadline.

Fact 18#

As soon as I post the latest episode, I'm already starting on the next one. But I usually just set the format up and then, work on it throughout the week. (My productivity really depends on --- well, I don't know what. But yeah.)

Fact 19#

Whenever I'm rambling to my bestie, I have a big brain moment and come up with something new to add to the plot. Or, something that further refines it.

Fact 20#

Calls with the bestie are hard. They have Wi-Fi not signal, and I only have signal not Wi-Fi.

Fact 21#

Sometimes the characters character and I'm stuck figuring out what I should do next because I still want to have a good pace but I keep pushing back the one event I REALLY want to write about.

Fact 22#

Sometimes I get a mini-heart attack when I look at my notifications because I think I accidentally published a draft due to how similar the GIFs look.

Fact 23#

I often feel like the episodes are long enough or they don't have enough content, so I feel the need to make them even longer. Hope you guys don't mind. My worst fear is giving you a shit episode.

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I'll update as I write!

Drop a question!

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Alien Blues

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Enter Sandman

**Slight implication of SA (does not involve any of the characters, relates to a mission. Very, very brief mention like a single line), bad priests go night night**

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I'll start with a simple cute fact: Each person at Jujutsu High possessed their own unique coffee mug or teacup. In the past, the school had standard uniformed cups, but everything changed during a spontaneous group outing, and it was all because of you. One morning, the boys witnessed you sipping coffee from a cup shaped like a light blue ghost cradling a tiny pumpkin in its spectral hands. Naturally, they all wanted their own versions, albeit in teacup form.

Suguru, in his typical fashion, stuck with a conventional choice. His teacup was an elegant white porcelain piece with a delicate handle, but a hidden treasure lay within its depths - two koi fish gracefully circling a water lily.

Surprisingly, even Gojo opted for a relatively straightforward option. His choice was a matte black teacup adorned with a golden rim, the sole flourish being a meticulously painted golden dragon on the porcelain. (It even came with a matching gold spoon!)

When the three of you flaunted your new cups, Haibara decided he wanted one too, promptly organizing the group to acquire cups for the remaining members.

Ieiri's selection was an enigma, a glass coffee mug adorned with intricate chemical bonds that you still can't fathom how she stumbled upon. Apparently, it was buried amidst a sea of generic mugs on a store shelf.

Kento, while initially indifferent to the entire endeavor, hastily grabbed a pumpkin-themed mug at the last moment to match yours.

Haibara, on the other hand, opted for a mug inspired by cows, where the utters of the cow formed the legs of the mug. It was absurdly whimsical, and he cherished it dearly. He proudly presented it to you and Gojo, provoking laughter from both of you, while Suguru and Kento exchanged knowing glances that silently conveyed "these fools." Meanwhile, Ieiri continued to text someone on her phone, seemingly unfazed by the mug madness.

(Side Note: You once purchased Yaga a teacup that strikingly resembled a purple flower, mainly for amusement. However, when you presented it to him, the man stood in silence. Expecting a scolding, you were taken aback when something unexpected occurred — you would never reveal this to the others, but you were certain you saw tears welling up in the older man's eyes. He thanked you before ruffling your hair and dismissing you with a resounding voice. Since that day, it remains the sole vessel from which he sips his tea. As for Ijichi, you wanted to gift him something, but he insisted he was content with the school's standard mugs.)

(Add-On: Regarding drink preferences: Suguru and Gojo both enjoy tea. Gojo takes his with four sugars, while Suguru prefers just one. Ieiri has a penchant for black coffee with a solitary sugar; sweetness isn't her preference. Kento's choice is coffee with milk and two sugars. Haibara's taste isn't exactly aligned with either option. He leans towards cold coffee with milk, three sugars, and a hint of caramel flavor.)

Initially, you had no specific plans for the day. Your mood was rather subdued, and throughout all your classes with the rest of the second years, you barely uttered a word. While this wasn't a drastic departure from your usual demeanor, the fact that you didn't react to Gojo or Suguru's inquiries raised concerns. Consequently, you found yourself seated at your desk, gazing into the distance while Yaga lectured about the intricacies of Curse history or something.

(Side Note: Since there were only four students in Second Year, there were only four desks needed. Ieiri, Suguru, and Gojos sat in the front-row, forcing your desk to be behind them. It, oftentimes, led to you feeling a bit left out. So, your dear boys, thoughtfully left a substantial gap between their desks and even inched their own tables closer to yours. It might have seemed somewhat awkward in terms of seating arrangements, but it suited them well.)

(Add-On: Ieiri's desk had been shifted nearer to the window, a change she didn't particularly favor, especially now that the sun's rays streamed directly above her. At least in the past, she had a modicum of shade to shield her from the sunlight.)

(Add-On: All your names are etched into the wooden surface of your desk. Despite this, Yaga insisted that all of you meticulously clean the classroom from floor to ceiling. However, he never instructed you to sand away the names carved into the wood.)

Once class concluded, just as the three of you were preparing to exit the room, Yaga requested that you remain behind. It was evident that he wished to discuss your peculiar behavior, but even then, you sensed that he was already aware of what was amiss.

"Tsukumo informed me about today's...significance," the older man began, uncertain of how to proceed, his fingers scratching at the back of his neck.

Narrowing your gaze at him, a touch of confusion laced your words, "I thought you already knew...?"

Shaking his head, he clarified, "Yes and no. I was aware of the... incident, but not its specific date..."

How could he proceed? Comforting wasn't his forte, and emotions weren't his strong suit. So, he opted for the next best approach.

"Here, kid. Yu suggested you might appreciate this, considering how much time you spend in his dorm ro—wait, no, that came out wrong—" You hardly paid attention to his fumbling words as your focus locked onto the verdant plushie clutched in his hands. A succulent larger than your own head. A warmth swelled within your chest, prompting a small smile to grace your lips, accompanied by a soft sigh.

You paused for a moment, your gratitude finding its voice, "Thank you, sir... I truly love it." You gently grasped the plushie, inadvertently squeezing it, relishing its comforting softness. A thought flitted through your mind about where you could possibly find room for it amidst the myriad plushies that already adorned your room.

"You're a good person, and a remarkably skilled sorcerer... though what you did is unforgivable, you're making remarkable progress. Keep that momentum going, okay?"

Nodding in agreement, you kept your gaze lowered, fixed on the green fibers of the plushie.

"Okay." He lingered in his gaze upon you for a moment before ushering you toward the door with a firm grip on your shoulders. Gojo's absence was conspicuous, but Suguru had evidently been waiting, straightening himself away from the wall he'd been leaning on.

"Look after them well, Geto," Suguru remarked, his tone carrying a sense of assurance as he reached for your bag, slinging it over his shoulder alongside his own. "Always."

Yaga's voice reached you just as you were about to exit, "Oh! And take this. It belonged to a... friend of mine. But she won't be needing it anymore. So, uh, take it." He handed you a baby blue parasol, it's design hidden for now. With that gesture, he shut the door firmly, effectively closing off their presence.

The pair found themselves in a mild state of bewilderment, though Suguru's straightforward question cut through the confusion, "What did he want?" Taking a deep breath, you made a slight expression, your steps synchronized as you made your way towards your dorm room. "He just wanted to give me this," you revealed the succulent with a subtle flourish, prompting a faint smile to appear on Suguru's lips.

"Cute," was all he said.

In due time, you arrived at your dorm room, and while you began to organize your belongings, Suguru lingered at the doorframe, observing you intently.

"Come with me," you turned towards him, your eyebrows slightly furrowed. "To where?"

You never needed to question why. After all, why ask why when your intention was clear?

An enigmatic glint flickered within his eyes, his head leaning casually against the wooden frame, a perpetually lazy smile gracing his lips, "I want you to meet my mother."

Suguru rarely delved into details about his family, but during those nights when sleep eluded you both and he sought solace in your room, he would recount stories from his childhood as you lay on your bed, gazing at the ceiling. He especially liked to speak of his mother, emphasizing her kindness.

Gazing back at the succulent resting comfortably against your pillow, a brief contemplation led you to agree to accompany him. Your consent widened his smile, and before long, the two of you were on route to the school's front gates.

You decided to bring the baby blue parasol along, providing a respite from the sun's glare, especially in the absence of Gojo's sunglasses. Unfurling the parasol, you ensured Suguru walked in the shade you provided. Your arm found its place around his, the one unoccupied, as he carried his bag over his shoulder. He emitted a soft hum as you leaned into his forest-green attire. Unbeknownst to you, the parasol's circular paper surface bore the elegant forms of two cranes, playfully dancing around each other.

"Where's our moron?" you asked, eliciting a laugh from Suguru. "He had some matters to attend to, which means you're stuck with me for the remainder of the day."

Upon hearing this, you couldn't help but snort with amusement as you rested your head against his clothed bicep.

As you leaned into Suguru's presence, a sense of warmth and comfort enveloped you. The two of you began walking at a leisurely pace, the soft rustling of the blue parasol echoing the gentle rhythm of your steps.

"So, meeting your mother?" you asked, breaking the tranquil silence between you.

Suguru's expression remained calm, but a hint of nostalgia danced in his eyes. "Yeah, just figured it was time."

You couldn't help but smile at his words, knowing how much this invitation meant. "I'm honored that you'd want me to meet her, has Gojo met her yet?"

His gaze turned briefly to you, the corners of his lips lifting just a fraction. "Only from a far, when he walks me home...It's not every day I bring someone home."

You smirked, "I'll make sure not to talk about our underground drug business." He squeezed your arm in retaliation to your lame joke.

Eventually, the two of you arrived at Suguru's residence. Upon stepping inside, your eyes were drawn to the photographs adorning the walls — Suguru as a baby cradled in his father's arms, snapshots chronicling his growth over the years, and one depicting him bowing to a deer near a shrine. The charming display prompted giggles to escape you, and for a brief moment, Suguru silently observed you. Soon enough, he called out to his mother, informing her of his presence and the guest he had brought along. Her cheerful response echoed through the house as her footsteps hurried to the entrance.

(Side Note: As you began to remove your shoes, Suguru surprised you by producing a pair of slippers in your favorite color. It seemed he had thought ahead and prepared them in anticipation of your visit.)

Tiny time skip of an hour

As anticipated, Suguru's mother exhibited the same kindness that seemed to radiate from Suguru himself. Her charm was equally captivating. With a formidable personality, she openly pressed for every detail about her son's activities, all done in a playful manner. The camaraderie between the two of you flourished, culminating in a united front against Suguru, indulging in light-hearted teasing. The poor boy couldn't catch a break, especially when you shared some of your treasured pictures, including one where he was comically butting heads with Gojo, both sporting hilariously bewildered expressions.

Meanwhile, Suguru sat on the couch, legs comfortably spread manspreading only looks good on this asshole noone else so dont fucking do it, sipping his tea, and observing the scene with a contented smile adorning his lips. In the periphery of your vision, you noticed a subtle shift in the color of his soul, transitioning from a deep forest green to a lighter, more vibrant shade.

Occasionally, he half-heartedly protested the playful bullying from his two of favorite people, sporting a minor pout as he lightly glared at both of you.

(Side Note: As it turned out, Suguru conversed quite frequently about you and Gojo, though he seldom mentioned the others. Regardless, his mother expressed a genuine desire to invite both you and Gojo for dinner at some point.)

(Add-On: Suguru inherited his gift of sweet-talking from his mother, but he inherited his serenity from his father, as his mother revealed. She admitted that her relationship with Suguru's father embodied the classic trope of opposites attracting. She was the spirited, high-energy one, while her husband was the grounded, down-to-earth type of man.)

The transition is a blur, but you eventually found yourselves in Suguru's bedroom. This decision was prompted by his mother, who explained that she wished to tidy up the lower floor further, so she sent the two of you upstairs, assigning Suguru the task of entertaining you. And, like the dutiful son he was, he complied.

His room was markedly different from the one at school. This space retained remnants of the boy he used to be before being scouted for Jujutsu High. Action figures were scattered here and there, a few comic books neatly arranged, and yet the room maintained a sense of order. However, it didn't appear unused.

And then, you noticed it. Surprisingly enough, when it came to Suguru, he had a fondness for pictures documenting the trio's adventures. They adorned every inch of the room, some captured within frames, others resting on his desk, and one intriguingly placed on the bed.

Had he been contemplating it recently?

(Side Note: The photograph depicted the group gathered beneath a sprawling tree in the midst of a vast expanse of verdant fields. In the image, you and Suguru reclined against the sturdy trunk, while Gojo's body sprawled across both your laps - a snapshot capturing an instance of Gojo and Suguru engaged in their trademark banter. On your left, Haibara playfully formed bunny ears behind your head, an infectious grin lighting up his features. Positioned on Suguru's right, Ieiri rested her head against his shoulder, a mischievous smirk as she extended a raised middle finger toward the camera.)

(Add-On: It was Kento who wielded the camera, evidenced by the faint glimpse of his finger's tip visible in the bottom right corner of the frame.)

(Add-On: Ijichi was engrossed in studying for the upcoming exam to join the hangout.)

"What did you do that Yuki Tsukumo had to vouch for you?" The question instantly transported you back to that night, months ago, when you had confided a fraction of the truth to Kento after returning from an exhausting mission. In the background, Gojo had been surreptitiously listening before ushering you to rest alongside him and Suguru.

You collapsed onto the bed, your gaze fixated on the ceiling. "You were supposed to be asleep, you know?"

Suguru scoffed as he settled into his desk chair, rolling it closer to your legs and nudging your feet gently. "As if I could sleep that easily with... Just tell me."

You brought the picture close to your face, immersing yourself in memories of a bygone era - a time when you stood by Tsukumo's right and she occupied the blonde's motorcycle on her left. All three of you wore broad grins as you faced the camera. It was a snapshot your father had captured.

"If I tell you, you have to promise not to tell Gojo. He wouldn't... understand," you asserted.

Suguru quirked a well-groomed brow, his curiosity piqued. "But I would?"

You nodded, a hint of recognition in your eyes. "You have to admit... you and I are strikingly similar. Just with minor differences."

He remained silent because deep down, he knew you were right.

At this juncture, the two of you were playfully engaged in a game of footsies as you continued with your story. "I wasn't brought to Japan to become a sorcerer; I was brought here to be killed."

The game ceased abruptly.

You could sense his penetrating gaze, but you chose to ignore it.

"Last year, I kind of... snapped. Tsukumo and I were following a lead; there were reports of some minor curses killing children in a small town back in my home country. She thought it was time to let me take the lead on the case. Everything was going fine until... she wasn't supposed to be there." Even now, the memory churned up a rage within you like no other.

"Who is she?" Suguru spoke cautiously, keeping his voice steady and just above a whisper, wary of triggering any negative reaction from you.

"My sister. She, like me, was also learning the ropes. But we tried to keep her away from this world because she was so young. If only she'd listen to— No. She was just a child. What else could we have expected? It wasn't her fault." Suguru watched with a mix of confusion and surprise as you seemed to ramble to yourself, glimpsing for a moment the cracks in your being.

He may not possess your ability to peer into the depths of people's souls, but he could recognize when someone was on the verge of shattering.

"Tell me what happened," he tried to guide you back to the narrative, and it worked.

A somber cast enveloped your features, and you twisted your mouth in disgust. "There was no curse. At least, not in the way I initially assumed." The contours of your soul seemed to morph into jagged and sharp edges as you gazed upward. Your tone hovered on the brink of something that sent shivers down Suguru's spine, as he had never before witnessed you so... sardonic. "The priest of the town's church harbored this vile habit. He just couldn't keep his hands off people, particularly children. And the town... ah, they shielded him. They all knew, but did they intervene? Not at all. After all, if it's perpetrated by a man of God, how grave could it truly be?"

Straightening your posture, you perched on the edge of the bed, your shoulders hunched as you fixed a hard, glaring gaze upon your lap.

"Something in me... snapped when I realized that the curses I was exorcising were his victims." An eerie silence enveloped the room, as neither of you dared to make a sound, even though you could still hear Suguru's mother bustling about downstairs.

For the first time since the conversation began, you lifted your gaze. Suguru's eyes widened as they met the haunting, unhinged expression in your eyes.

And just as swiftly, your expression shifted into one of deep contemplation.

"...I don't know." "You don't know?" "No. One moment, they're there. And the next, all that remains are the empty shells of what they once were. Tsukumo told me I absorbed their souls, which, when I think about it, makes sense."

Perhaps it was your eyes or the way you discussed the matter so casually. Either way, Suguru found himself needing to take a deep breath before posing his next question.

"But then... what happened to your sister?"

Your expression darkened as haunting memories surged forth. You would never forget the sight of her once-vibrant red aura giving way to desaturation, sections of her outline fracturing as her soul gradually faded into oblivion.

"I didn't mean to. I swear, I didn't."

Objectively speaking, the sight of Suguru's chair bouncing back as he nearly leaped from his seat to console you was rather amusing. (He even rolled the chair closer to you. Lmaooo)

What wasn't amusing was the way he yearned to offer comfort but hesitated, unsure if you'd welcome his touch - after all this time, he still respected your boundaries. What a dear.

You chose to cradle his hand between your own, your index finger tracing the lines of his palm.

(Side Note: Ieiri was the first person to realize that the most effective way to soothe your nerves was by allowing you to play with her hands. The discovery unfolded after a grueling mission when she was tending to your injuries. Truthfully, you were somewhat her guinea pig when it came to sutures, but that's beside the point. Sensing your heightened anxiety, she offered a reassuring squeeze of your hand. To her surprise and amusement, you responded by turning her hand palm-up and tracing the lines on her palm. Ieiri shared this little revelation in secret with Gojo, who subsequently confided in Kento, who then passed it on to Suguru.)

"She just wanted to see me in action, and instead, I quite literally drained the soul from her."

Unintentionally, your nail pressed a bit too hard, drawing a drop of blood from his hand as you unconsciously squeezed it. "I didn't know what else to do... I was so desperate to fix her that I inadvertently cursed her."

...

(A/N): I think the reason why I was so late with the previous episode was because I didn't know Tsukumo's character well. The whole time I was just struggling to portray her, and even now, I'm worried I didn't portray her accurately. She's lighthearted and has her own morals and what not, but I don't know. I wish she had more screen time so that I can do it right.

With any luck, I'll be sharing one more post later this week. As the final week of August approaches, you'll be able to spot me at Ghost's concert in Florida. The flight back is so gonna kill me 🤪

Song Inspo: Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

Song Inspo: Roommates - Malcolm Todd

Originally:

Both Suguru and Gojo were supposed to be on the other side of the classroom door, eavesdropping. I changed it so that this episode can be more Suguru-focused. I will be doing the same for Gojo in a future episode, so don't worry.

The parasol had been planned to be baby blue with pink cherry blossoms, but I opted for a more symbolic meaning.

Initially, I had associated Kento with a preference for black coffee, but upon reflection, I acknowledged that he already copes with life's hardships, making a touch of sweetness an indulgence well deserved.

"As if I could sleep that easily with... Just tell me." Is actually, "As if I could sleep that easily without you or Satoru...Just tell me."

Ijichi was meant to be the one who stumbled upon your penchant for finding solace in playing with people's hands. Originally, it was intended as an awkward memory, but I decided to revise it to create more intimate moments with Ieiri.

Similar to Suguru and Gojo, Kento prefers to synchronize with you, albeit in more understated manners. Whether viewed as a platonic bond or romantic inclination, the ultimate truth is that he holds a profound concern for you.

I don't remember what episode I wrote this in but remember that bracelet Gojo found under his pillow? I described it to have an eternity knot ---this isn't entirely accurate. It is actually a little something called a Musubi-kiri --- Once it has been tied tightly, this style of knot is particularly challenging to untie. Musubi-kiri is used for wishing for something to happen just once and not again. Like wishing for a long-lasting matrimony, where love knows no end. The choice you made, directing your gaze between the succulent and Suguru, ultimately opting for Suguru, holds a significant role in terms of its symbolism and its foreshadowing of certain outcomes --- hehehe.

Sharing a parasol often signifies a heightened level of concern and regard for the other person. Moreover, the parasol's design bears profound significance. It's believed that a crane's lifespan reaches a remarkable 1000 years, and a pair of cranes heralds a joyous marriage — a sentiment also tied to the koi fish. Similarly, I had Gojo in mind when I opted for the baby blue hue as the primary color.

My selection of a water lily was deliberate, driven by its symbolic representation of hope, while the inclusion of the purple flower conveys sentiments of respect and achievement.

The picture was taken mid-August during Episodes: Living Waters and Desert Oasis.

This episode involves major elements from previous episodes.

You hold a deep fondness for Yaga, and every Friday, you anticipate your knitting lessons with him eagerly. He's akin to a father figure in your life, and he regards you with the same warmth, seeing you as his own flesh and blood child.

Suguru's father had been at work the entire day, preventing him from meeting you. However, when he eventually returned home, Mama Geto eagerly regaled him with tales about you, much to Suguru's chagrin. She couldn't stop gushing about you the whole time!

Any soul consumed by intense emotions often displayed a fuzzy aura. The more enduring the emotion, the greater the likelihood of the aura's fragmentation. In essence, fixating on a single emotion could gradually erode one's sense of self.

This episode was originally intended to be more extensive, but I felt that leaving it with a hint of suspense might be intriguing. While I believe I've provided ample answers to some of your queries, please find contentment in that for the time being.

Sometime around mid-September, Utahime found herself assisting the faculty at her school by tidying up their offices. In one of these offices, a file labeled "October 16 - Poisoning of 2005" caught her eye.

At first, she hadn't given it much attention, but her curiosity got the best of her. Unable to resist, she opened the file and was met with a distressing sight. The scene depicted bodies heaped upon bodies, their countenances reminiscent of Edvard Munch's artwork "The Scream," yet darker and more grotesque.

Amidst a collection of newspaper clippings and official reports, a photograph caught her eye - an image of you alongside a girl who appeared to be no more than eleven years old.

She couldn't quite decipher why, but an inexplicable urge compelled her to reach out to Suguru and share her discovery.

If, at any juncture, you were to lose control once more, Yaga had been instructed to eliminate you on the spot.

Why did you want to fix her? Why not save her?

When you said 'we,' were you referring to yourself and Tsukumo, or was it someone else?

What do you mean you cursed your own sister? What precisely did you do? And where is she now?

And if Suguru was already aware, why did he choose to keep this secret from you all this time?

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Monoxide Poisoning

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Alien Blues

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As expected, October is one of the more busier months in the Jujutsu world. Fear is far more rampant when the month of horror peeks its head into the scene

So far, you've been sent on, at least, five missions. Two, of which, were solo. The remaining, you were assigned alongside Ijichi (finally! He appears!) or Haibara.

The partnered missions were a piece of cake, it could almost be considered a hangout had it not been for you staring wide-eyed at the curses and the place being some abandoned dirty building.

On the other hand, your solo missions were a fucking nightmare. You liked a challenge, you really did but damn, those fossils really fucking did it this time!

One mission alone had two grade-1 near-special grade --- you still don't know how you survived that one since one of the curses abilities related to fog.

Your vision had been almost completely compromised during that mission, so you had to depend on your senses as you fought.

The other curse's ability involved string so sharp even the slightest touch would bleed from it. You felt like you were in a spider web the moment you came to the horrifying realization that it had rigged the entire place up with these so-called strings.

Ultimately, you emerged victorious from the mission, a survivor with a tale to tell, though it left them somewhat disappointed. Regrettably, you didn't emerge unscathed. Your skin bore thousands of cuts, your attire was reduced to tatters, and a fresh scar across your neck told the tale of a curse's unsuccessful attempt to decapitate you.

(Side Note: Kento and Suguru were on the verge of confronting the Clan Heads for sending you on such a perilous mission alone. Ijichi managed to pacify them, highlighting that additional stress on you would be counterproductive. Ieiri undertook the task of tending to your wounds, her silence was loud enough. Even more so, when her outline became jagged. Hell, she even lit her own cigarette!)

(Add-On: Upon Gojo's eventual return, Haibara bore the responsibility of informing him, as you were already engaged in another mission. Suguru, this time, stood as the anchor holding him back from unleashing his fury on those infuriating pieces of shit relics.)

(Add-On: Kento was the one to find you half-passed out on the couch, your blood dripping onto the fabric. He just about had a heart attack as he screamed for Suguru, who had also just arrived from his own mission.)

Either way

Back then, October was one of your favorite months. You absolutely loved the spookiness of it all.

You loved the way you would go to sleep with boring streets, and wake up with the sight of the homes of the people decorated with pumpkins or inflatable Halloween characters at the front of the home.

You admired the subtle shifts of colors as the trees went from a lovely green to a heart-warming orange, or even a joyful gold --- the chill in the air was an added bonus.

Although, you had been somewhat surprised when Utahime, who you've only recently come back in contact with, informed you that most of Japan goes through the color change by November --- she told you about Nikko, a city where the leaves changed early.

(Side Note: The two of you haven't spoken for quite some time. And, it was actually Utahime who contacted you rather than the other way around. You were pleasantly surprised when you looked at your notifications and saw a message from her.)

(Add-on: The text messages above Utahime's were from Haibara and Suguru. The two of them have taken to hanging out whenever they could, finding that their personalities mashed really well. For this specific moment, they had texted you an invite to join them.)

(Add-On: Below Utahime's text message was one from Yaga, asking you to buy some knitting materials for your next session. This time, you were going to learn how to make an octopus plushie. And, considering that you love making big ones, you'd need plenty of material for that.)

Gojo and Suguru were on missions, Ieiri was who-knows-where, Haibara and Kento were on missions on the other side of the country, and Utahime herself couldn't go for reasons unknown.

So who could you possibly go with?

Yep, you guessed it!

Yuki Tsukumo!

(you didn't expect that did you now? Cuz me the fuck neither. De la manga production. Iykyk.)

(Side Note: You actually didn't even know she was in back --- one minute, you're just chilling in Haibara's room after having cared for his plants like he asked, and the next, you get a text from the blonde asking you to meet up by the school's entrance.)

It was strange, to say the least. While, yes, you did hang out together not so long ago --- this encounter felt odd. Well, when it came to her, everything always felt off.

Especially after everything.

"The anniversary is coming up, isn't it?" The blonde asked as she leaned forward to grab a forgotten magazine laying on the seats in front of the two.

(Side Note: The magazine cover showcased the brooding poses of the Rolling Stones, with bold hot pink lettering scattered all around.Tsukumo couldn't take the silence between the both of you. Originally, she figured you'd be chatty; however, the opposite seems to be true.)

You sighed, "Ah, yeah..." Gazing outside the window of the train, you observe the outside world in momentary silence.

A brilliant blue sky stretches overhead, adorned with a scattering of fluffy white clouds, casting a warm and inviting glow upon the world below.

Every now and then, you're able to see the silhouette of an animal's souls. The poor things run around the woods, blissfully unburdened by the cares that weigh down their tiny minds.

"So~?" You glimpsed her way, a curious look in your eyes. "Are you still their bitch, hm?" Tsukumo asked, eyes wandering over to you with slight interest. A smile tugging at the ends of her lips.

Anyone else would think she's mocking you, but you know better.

You simply shrugged in response, "I guess so. Not much of a choice on the matter."

She clicked her tongue in slight annoyance, "While I understand why, it still pisses me off. I didn't save you so you could end up their slave."

At her words, a humorless laugh escaped you, "Well, they did give me an option --- either, I worked for them, obeying their every whims, or, they'd kill me on the spot. Not gonna lie, the latter might've been better."

"Say, that reminds me. You were supposed to go to Kyoto's Metropolitan school, so why did they send you to Jujutsu High?"

And for a moment, you lost your breath. Your fingers suddenly drawn to your moon earring. Fiddling with the material, you blew a small raspberry. Her seemingly endless questions fueled the irritation slowly rising with you.

"Reason's unknown."

Tsukumo's gaze fixed on you, her peripheral vision capturing your presence. She knows. How could she not? She practically knows all about you.

The official story goes as follows: You were found by a professional Jujutsu Sorcerer overseas, in your home country. Upon your discovery, said individual took you to Japan to become a professional like themselves. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. It leaves nothing to doubt --- it was just a mere coincidence that you were found, and that's that.

However, as you've already figured out, this little story is nothing but a cover-up. The truth is, well....vastly different.

Unofficially, Yuki Tsukumo found you while on a mission in your home country, a year and half ago. Throughout that entire year, she decided to take you in. Make you, her little apprentice. Moreover, you weren't brought to Japan to become a professional but to face judgement. A judgement you easily lost.

Moving on

Maybe, it's because she felt lonely at the time --- doubtful. Or, maybe, it's because she saw something in you. A goodness often neglected in the clan politics and horrors of the Jujutsu World. It's likely she wanted to preserve it for as long as she could, long enough before someone else found you and forced you into that godforsaken place of a school.

And even I admit, Yuki Tsukumo is a great teacher. Especially, when she's not pestering with finding your type of lover. (Her methods are questionable tho)

Though strength and a skilled cursed technique hold importance, what truly catches her attention is your cleverness. In the past, when your technique wasn't as honed as it is today, she'd challenge you to think critically. Plunging you into dimly lit rooms brimming with minor curses, she compelled you to innovate in your approach, pushing the boundaries of your abilities.

At other instances, she whisked you across your homeland, immersing you in battles against curses without adequate training. Her goal was to unearth your baseline ability, whatever that may have entailed.

tbh you were the guinea pig. you walked so that Aoi Todo could run

Surprisingly, Tsukumo was versed in various languages, a result of her frequent global travels. When the two of you weren't chasing a lead, the blonde would teach you random phrases. Sometimes, it'd be actual phrases you'd need to know in case you ever came across a situation. Others...not so much. (Curse words)

This accounts for your initial understanding of Japanese upon your arrival, though it doesn't explain your inability to speak the language.

(Side Note: You initially refrained from learning to speak Japanese because every time you attempted to utter a word, Tsukumo would burst into laughter. Though her teasing was good-natured, it became a recurring theme that discouraged you, eventually leading to your decision to abandon the effort.)

"How is she?"

Oh, she's just full of questions today.

"Alive." You can literally feel her eyes boring holes into the side of your skull --- gods, can she read the room for once?!

"I don't mean to be insensitive, but how the hell is she still alive after-..." You glared at her golden hue. Much like Kento's her outline was just as sharp as his.

Tsukumo flinched, "Sorry..."

Ring!

Looking down at your phone, you groan at the sight of the caller ID. You took a moment to contemplate before finally answering the call, a hint of discontent evident on your face. While conversing with the individual on the other end, Tsukumo observed with a perceptive gaze.

The exchange was brief, lasting only two minutes before you concluded the call with a simple "Yes, sir. Right away."

As the call concluded, you slouched in your seat, your hand covering your face as you rubbed your temple, preemptively anticipating a looming headache.

Tsukumo's expression soured, her voice tinged with concern, "Our plans for Nikko are no longer in play, I assume?"

With a resigned sigh, you confirmed, "No."

Gazing into the distance, the once radiant glow in your former mentor's eyes dimmed. Her voice softened, a whisper, "It was never merely about the mission, was it?"

Left with no other distractions, you mirrored her contemplative gaze, observing as passengers ahead started preparing to disembark from the train.

Your response came, unwavering, "No."

In that fleeting instant, Tsukumo seemed to grasp the essence of your sentiment. Your paths had always diverged, but in this moment, she glimpsed the unvarnished truth.

A sardonic chuckle escaped her lips, laden with understanding, "You never even stood a shot, did you?"

Glancing at your phone, you focused on your home screen. It was a captured moment, a screenshot of you and Suguru enjoying a visit to the train-themed restaurant (the one you got your hats from.) Suguru had playfully face timed Gojo, who was on a mission, using your phone. The image portrayed both you and Suguru, cheeks squished together to fit the frame, while a grinning Gojo, located at the top left corner, flipping you off.

Your heart felt lighter

October once held the title of your favorite month, a time when an unusual sense of liberation enveloped you. The brisk chill serving as a reminder of your existence, the vibrant hues mirroring a poignant yet beautiful conclusion, hinting at a contented forever. The month overflowed with ceaseless celebrations, you often couldn't wait to see the color show that were the excited masses.

But now?

It marks the solemn commemoration of your tethered burden

You smiled a weak smile, "Nah, never."

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(A/N): it is what it is bro.

August 11: I'm gonna blame the late update on the power outages and not on the fact that I had a mini authors block. Like, I already knew what this episode was going to be about --- I have a list of everything I plan on sitting in each episode --- pero like, I just didn't know how to go about it.

August 13: It took a frozen strawberry margarita for me to actually think for this episode �� and let me tell you, I have some things planned.

August 16: I have no excuse bro. im just feeling meh rn

Shout-out to the bestie for being my uh sounding board? Yeah! Mf just listened to me ramble until I solved my own writing issues 💀

In Better Than Gold, you visit a place called Omoide Yokocho. This is actually the same place where Gojo and Suguru break up.

The magazine is an actual magazine issued in October of 2005. It's called Rockin'on Japan. I think it's about music. Other than that, I don't know shit about it.

While writing this episode, I had to stop multiple times because I was trying to figure certain things out, which then led to me developing a whole new path for the ending of this series.

Another significant factor influencing your choice to learn Japanese, in addition to your new life in Japan, was the sense of security you found while practicing with Haibara and Suguru. Surprisingly, Gojo also joined the ranks of practice partners, albeit a bit later on.

There was an episode, where I actually forgot to put a very important line. I don't remember which episode, but originally Gojo had expressed that he and Suguru were two sides of the same coin but that you were the metal.

Originally:

"...you were assigned alongside Ijichi." Instead of Ijichi, it was supposed to be Haibara or Kento. But I decided to alter it just because I've been neglecting Ijichi.

Suguru was going to be the one who found you half-dead on the couch before shouting out for Gojo; however, I decided Kento and Suguru would be better because I wanted Gojo to experience a small moment of helplessness. May or may not have wanted him to understand how you felt w/o him realizing it.

This episode was suppose to be a group hang out one, but I felt that it was time to provide a few more breadcrumbs as to your past.

"Especially after everything," originally was --- "Especially after the trial."

"...The poor things run around the woods, blissfully unburdened by the cares that weigh down their tiny minds." You refers to them as "the poor things," not out of pity, but out of an unattainable longing for the same unfettered existence.

Something changed from here and there, in regards to the dynamics between you and the Higher-Up, didn't it?

The anniversary of what?

Who is this mystery person Tsukumo mentioned?

If you were supposed to go to Kyoto, why did they send you to Jujutsu High? What changed?

What was this trial about?

And what do you mean you never even stood a chance?

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